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."
Excerpt from Letters from the Farm
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