It might seem like a small thing, but for me, a smile means hope.
I remember the times I felt alone, lost, worthless and then someone on the bus caught my eye and smiled at me. Their smile, warm and genuine, was a gift. That simple gesture encouraged me to keep fighting, to have hope, and not give up.
I've never forgotten how a stranger's smile empowered me to stay in the game and keep fighting. Grateful for.....
-got an email saying my book will be sent across Canada this Christmas. It's so cool knowing what I lived and overcame will give hope to others.
-early mornings. Nothing beats getting up before anyone in the house is awake, sitting at the computer and writing from my heart.
-My country. There was a shooting yesterday in our capital. Made me realize even more how grateful I am to live in Canada, rated one of the best countries in the world to live in.
-Planning more workshops every week for the month of November. The thing about doing these, it's a reminder how far I've come, how much I've been given and that miracles really do happen. I want to give that hope. I want to show that giving up is never an option.
-And mostly that His peace cuts across anything and everything else. It quiets angst, silents fears, and makes me strong.
Happy Thursday, Guys! Stay safe out there.