So I guess it took a few things together. The healing of time, such that there came a point where I was impressed to start praying again, whereupon came the coincidences of an occurrence for which I had lost all hope, an unexpected friend in unlikely places and the encouragement of a shared story not intended for me.
Then only, ever so slowly, I found the means to begin the upward climb again. I dare not dream yet, but at least there is hope again.
But you know…. To whom else should we turn? He’s got the words of eternal life…
