Hope Remains

I find that I'm never down for too long. Not because of a continually joyous and optimistic disposition...although Pollyanna is a personal hero of mine, but because of continued displays of love and hope. I believe that God has continually sent the right people with the right words and actions at the right time so that I have never had good grounds for dispair. It's really hard to complain when your every need...even the new ones with Little M...are being cared for. We have not had a week without helping hands or a meal in the freezer or fridge. We have not had a week without a word of encouragement or a show of love or support. Well hope struck again. Even when doubts were beginning to overtake me and anxiety about the future...you'd think I'd learn...the very next day two e-mails were waiting for me in my inbox. Two children with Mosaic Trisomy 8...who could talk and walk and were joys in their parents lives. One 4 and one 15. Both examples of why we should keep hoping. Will Little M do everything they do?...maybe...maybe not...but now I have some concrete examples to hold my hope up and a reminder of love from the one in whom my hope is found. I'm right back to thankfulness and trust. It's nice to be back in the land of joy.