Its hard to admit when you know you're going the wrong way, but there's an unbelievable sense of relief when you get yourself turned back around.
I sat up in bed at 7:40AM and stared at four letters on the wall. Seeing past the word itself and merely focusing on the wall behind it, I asked God what He was trying to say to me.
And then I smiled, because of those four letters that make up that one word, that I apparently had been blind to for the entire time that I was pleading God for an answer.
Hope.
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