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These Times

These are the times of listening to "Moving On and Getting Over" John Mayer's album, over and over and over again, fingers on the steering wheel as I blink the sleep from my eyes. Something about those gentle strums promises optimism. Hope. And I need as much of that as I can get.

I remember back in December trying, for the first time to pick a word for the year, and deciding it needed to be 'joy,' mainly because I was determined to cultivate it in my life. So that I could see the joy in the present rather than looking ahead at the future, believing life will be better and more joyful later. 

But here I am, nearly six months into 2017, and in so many ways, the word given to me is 'hope.'

A holy hope--that's what I'm clinging to and believing in. I have hope things will be okay. I have hope that God is moving and changing my heart, my life. Hope that I will get to where I want to be. Hope that this thing called growing-up will someday be a little …

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