Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Hope for the Day

Fiorella woke up feeling good. Then the depression settled in--the worry, the disappointment, the heartbreak. Reluctantly, she crawled out from under the covers and ran her fingers through her hair, preparing herself for the battles of the day--and realized her left earring, a simple gold hoop, had abandoned her as she slept. She sighed in resignation. Nothing to do but trudge upstairs and see if she could find a matching hoop in the mess on her bathroom counter.

As she stood up, she glanced at the arm of she black leather couch she'd been sleeping on.

The gold earring gleamed against the the leather like a queen on a throne.

Thank you, God. I'm taking this as a message of hope.

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