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A glimmer of hope





Today I woke up and thought I should write to you, my friend.

It’s been a crazy year for me, and it’s just August. Can you imagine?

I hope things are pretty well over there ( won’t be surprised if they ain’t, I’ve been through the same circle lately).

 

But hey, let’s get to business.

You know I was thinking about us like honestly, I missed you.

I don’t know what to do: I’m stuck between faith and hope, letting go and holding on, pushing people away and keeping them close. 

It’s just a lot to process.

My brain is small and I wonder how all these thoughts fit in.


I’ve thought for sometimes,

I realised I need God, not because I didn’t have him, but because I was far from him.

Don’t tell me the same story? ( Again, I won’t be surprised cause things ain’t what they used to be)

Forget about that, my point here is to remind you, well and remind myself that tomorrow will be better than today.

As I write to you, thoughts keep running in my head.

And I think I will choose both: faith and hope, letting go and holding on, pushing people away and keeping them close.


And hey, we are all sinners, let’s not forget to die better than that.

Keep me in your prayers, while I do the same.

There is a glimmer of hope for both of us, always.


Yours,

2021

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