Today, I felt a small glimmer of hope.
No, I didn’t see it; I felt it.
It came
first at the beach,
second in a mug of tea, and
third on the inside of a
Dove chocolate wrapper.
I think: the truly good things come in pieces, glimmers, moments, and ceramic mugs. It’s the defeating things—the truly crippling—that come in waves at a time, and never in a moment.
Rather, our salvation is in the moment.
PS: The hardest part of this will be resisting quoting someone else.
They all just say it so much better than I.
Mary's One Hundred 