Looking back on this year, I think it has been monumental. I will write about that in great detail and eloquence in my Year in Review. But for now, I would like to pause, breathe, and say that I have hope. Hope that there is a Truth. Hope that I have purpose, and Hope that I am seen by God. These are a few of the reasons for said Hope in no order of merit, affection, or importance...

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen."

I am somehow paying my bills, which means business is ok.

My kids are smart.

My looks are fading, but my mind is kind of beautiful.

I have friends that care about me. They call and ask how I am doing. How awesome is that?

I am finally coming out of a thick pathological fog that I was led into. I have learned that my intuition is dead on.

I know that the Walking Dead will be back in February. I need to post about what I have gathered from the Dead. It's been relevant.

I have hope in my honesty, love, and my ideas about empathy, vulnerability, and faithfulness. There is a normal. It looks different but there are common threads that are woven through all normal. Tiny living fibers that can not lie. I knew it, and now I KNOW it.

I am not only receiving the gift of a grandchild, but my seer friend told me that he was coming, that he was a boy, and that his Light would heal me of the heartache I have experienced. She told me all of this before we even thought that Honey was pregnant.

I have hope that I am transforming from a butterfly to a bear. It is happening.

And I have hope that my spirit is about to soar. Not just survive. But Renaissance. I believe.