Jun 15
5 min read
All The Light We Can Not See
What does it look like to discover joy and hold on to hope amid all of *this*?
1 million miles.
That’s how far away hope can feel at times. I remember other seasons of life when hope seemed as alien as the stars in the night sky; more illusion than accessible reality. A fiction beyond what I was capable of seeing in those moments, times when life had beaten me down or broken my…
