I hope this letter can serve me as a reminder that hope rises as an unexpected joyful gift. I do not believe we can expect hope. Hope lives in us and is a gift of grace that washes over us. It is by nature a transformative reality of living into our greatest desires. If love heals and hope transforms, then it's helpful to remember that every dawn can break forth with a sense of hope. The first inklings of that sense of hope begin by remembering that sunrise starts before even the dawn. It was a slight change in tone that called Mary Magdalene to head to the garden. The story of the resurrection begins with the words, "While it was still dark."
--Becca

Excerpt from Letters from the Farm

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