Teresa Hirst

Faith is the only attribute I confidently mark in my assessment of spirituality. It’s the one characteristic in myself that I’ve never questioned. I have faith. I do not doubt that.

Two years ago, I posted this in honor of my husband’s 40th birthday.  But now I think I was crossing my fingers behind my back and saying, “Please, promise me that the Best Is Yet To Be. “

How did my particle of faith survive the clenched teeth of fear through which I said that?

Somehow this year—despite the circumstances—I gained a new faith. Doesn’t every year deserve an increase of faith?