I didn’t sleep much Monday night. I imagine there were many American moms, fathers, teachers, women, men, children, immigrants, gays, lesbians, and people of all races who couldn’t slip into a peaceful slumber, knowing that the next day their life could change dramatically. I knew I had done all I could – I read, researched, walked the talk, and even whispered a plea to the universe, hoping that all would be well, and that goodness, honesty and right would prevail.
My prayers were answered.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
Truth reigned over falsehood. Honor over accusation. Good over greed.
I didn’t sleep much Tuesday night, either. My tears of gratitude, relief, joy, dripped onto my pillow. My heart exploded, and my dreams lifted with hope again.
My prayers were answered.
For American mothers. Fathers. Teachers. Women. Men. Children. Immigrants. Gays. Lesbians. People of all races.
Out of the mountain of despair, a stone of hope.
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Jennifer Wolfe
Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.
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Agreed. I have great confidence in America…well, at least the ones who won’t give up. Those trying to secede-well,I don’t know what to say about them!
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