The tree is gone, and hardly anything remains of even its stump. But the green moss has grown through the winter, and the tiniest of leaves are nourished by what the tree has left behind.
What is the smallest piece of hope that you carry?
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My smallest piece of hope is that my husband will seek treatment for his addiction.
The smallest – and the only – piece of hope I carry is knowing that, if I give up, things will get worse whereas that fate isn’t sealed if I keep on trying.
That my 33 yo daughter will eventually consider reconciliation with me
The Second Beatitude as recorded by the Gospel of Matthew is: “Blessed are they that mourn.” Sorrow is suffering and doesn’t feel like a “blessing,” at all, but that is what Jesus is reported to have taught. He also said that those who mourn would be “comforted.” This teaching and that reassurance have been ours for generations. I have somehow usually found this comfort to be real, but always I had to have had patience.