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.