Fighting for hope



One of my earliest memories I have is swinging on a grey and creaky swing-set; on a beautiful farm when I was about four years old. There was a red barn  that set in a clear low valley and every time I sat down on that swing it was my priority to get high enough to see over that red barn.  I remember thinking, “If I can just get high enough to see over that barn, I know I will be able to see what else is out there.” Pretty radical thoughts at the tender age of four.  Well, I still have those radical thoughts and that four year old little girl was a dreamer with a creative imagination. Except, life’s trials blew her little light out for a awhile, but somewhere deep in her spirit lied a will to fight, to fight for the hope of something more.

This is just the beginning of my story. With Shining Hope’s blog I will fill in the blanks. By doing so, I hope to inspire you and share some resources with you that helped me climb out of the darkness and back into the light.  Stay tuned…….