Sometimes, the sun is harder to find than
others.  Sometimes life seems drab, cloudy, raining, drippy, yuk.  At those times, my face seeks the sun like the compass needle seeks north.  On the sunny days, it’s easier to believe in love and hope and dreams coming true.  But on those other days, the drippy days, the belief is buried under a heavy layer of cumulonimbus.

But, here’s the thing.  The sun is there whether I believe in it or not.

And hope is real whether I believe it or not.

(this is the first in Hope 101 – a series of posts about hope)