Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests. ” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.
Hope -- Hope in the face of difficulty. Hope in the face of uncertainty. The audacity of hope! In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us. . . A belief in things not seen. A belief that there are better days ahead.