Hope and Burial

Dear Readers,

I came across a small entry that I wrote in my journal which makes me smile every time I read it and I'd like to share it with all of you. :)

"I feel like my hope rises for a dream just to be dropped into a grave."

 I wrote this last April and it made my heart smile. I wish I could hug myself a year ago. My heart smiles because my thought's response to this was, "oh the beauty of a seed's burial."
Every thing must die in order for there to be a miracle of divine intervention.
 I'm beginning to understand that now.

I like revisiting good thoughts. Be blessed!

Love, Sarah