Niece & my book...new: Wading through the murkiness of our melancholy we struggled to make our way forward. As we began to sing into the depths of our despair both literally and figuratively, up ahead we suddenly could hear Father Wolferger calling out to us…”HOPE, HOPE, HOPE!” This reminded us that to combat our despair we needed to play the hopeful glad game. Anita instantly blurted out, “what are we most glad about and what do we have to look for to when we get out of this murky water?” I’ll Go first! I’m glad that I’m not alone and that we are in this together and I’m looking forward to…
Wading through the murkiness of our melancholy we struggled to make our way forward. As we began to sing into the depths of our despair both literally and figuratively, up ahead we suddenly could hear Father Wolferger calling out to us…”HOPE, HOPE, HOPE!” This reminded us that to combat our despair we needed to play the hopeful glad game. Anita instantly blurted out, “what are we most glad about and what do we have to look for to when we get out of this murky water?” I’ll
Go first! I’m glad that I’m not alone and that we are in this together and I’m looking forward to…
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