I started to cry – not the disappointed, hurt, and angry crying of the weeks before, but a resigned, relieved, and releasing kind of cry. The weight I had been carrying around for the last couple of weeks lifted. We were going to be OK (read more). It was scary and difficult, but we would cross this “Red Sea” and come out on the other side. As I surrendered, I was filled with hope again. Just because I didn’t get my way, didn’t mean that our family was doomed or that our future was over. It was just another chapter in our journey as a family.

No matter how hard the road, don’t give up. You can face any challenge, climb any mountain, and conquer any obstacle when you have hope. Hope is the substance of things not seen. Hope doesn’t disappoint. It is Hope that inspires dreams, and Hope stirs courage to make your dreams become reality.