When we long, we know there is more, something missing we need to find, it is the motivation to move on, the essence of dissatisfaction, the beginning of a journey toward fulfillment, it is the recognition of unrest, the need to discover missing mysteries in life. Longing feels good, it feels right; it is the antidote to complacency and smug satisfaction. When we long, for others, for something greater, we reach past our dilemmas and difficulties and defeats, we begin to climb to higher ground. Come, long along.
grief is always lingering, and our prayers sometimes don't seem to help, but hoping is our greatest superpower, and it serves as the mightiest prayer of all