This morning I woke up worried about my life. It felt like the tunnel was closing in and I was scared about the future. Is everything going to be ok?
But as the day went on, I sat outside in the sun, I prayed, facetimed my friend, talked to him about God, and had some coffee. Now at 4pm I feel hope and feel like everything is possible. I don’t know if it’s the praying or the coffee or the facetime, but it’s probably all of it. All of these little things. And sometimes, that’s all it takes.