In a basket on my kitchen table, is my box of hope. Or my "encouragement stash" as "The Nester," put it in her piece, "Everyday Encouragement," over at
(in)courage. But unlike some stashes, mine has accumulated in a mere 3 months, since the time I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. And the basket is filled to overflowing thanks to the outpouring of love I continue to receive. I lay eyes on it every day. In fact I am constantly rummaging through it and re-reading. Love-filled, hope- inducing, comfort giving words, that are balm for my soul fill me back up when the burden is starting to weigh in on me.
Running out to the mailbox has become a cherished time of day, and I am rarely disappointed. The cards of encouragement come from all over and each day I relish and savor ripping into a new envelope, a new message, a new hope-filled moment. My cup, um, "basket" continues to overflow and I couldn't be more blessed by it.
