We must too.
The world feels tilted, for me this election stirs fear rather than promise.
My mind is restless-
But, there is something resilient in the spirit—a hope that refuses to be extinguished.
A voice that begs within, a whisper: “Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe the future I fear won’t be the one that comes to pass. Maybe, just maybe, the outcome will defy expectations.”
A prayer it becomes.
A needed hope in the severe face of doubt.
Hope is not the absence of doubt, but the courage to hold on to something more-
Even when we can’t see the way forward, we must see change often comes from the places we least expect, from voices that had been silenced, from moments that seemed too small to matter.
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