Hope’s home is at the innermost point in us, and in all
things. It is a quality of aliveness. It does not come at the end, as the
feeling that results from a happy outcome. Rather, it lies at the beginning, as
a pulse of truth that sends us forth…. Hope fill us with the strength to stay
present, to abide in the flow of the Mercy no matter what outer storms assail
us. It is entered always and only through surrender; that is, through the
willingness to let go of everything we are presently clinging to. ~ Cynthia
Bourgeault
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