It's a time of year when longings and memories and regrets can rear up and sometimes leave a trail of surprise sadness; sometimes a sadness that can't be rightly explained but there it is. I understand that. I'll bet everyone reading this understands too.
Feelings change. Relationships end. Hard winds blow. But after all, the sun always comes out again. It always does. Tonight I'm looking at a simple candle in a dark room. That is how I see hope. Even as it flickers, even unsteadily, the flame slices through the darkness.
So today, as Christmas and the beginning of a new year approaches, please accept the gift of hope. Please feel free to take as much of it as you'd like, because hope is something that multiplies every time it is accepted, and every time it is used. I know this for sure.