
Looking at the china my grandma collected with green stamps back in the day signaled hope for my future. At one point I packed away the same china for a potential second home because it didn’t fit my current style. I look at the same china today sitting in my “Peace of Heaven”, a home in the forest where I go to connect with God. Despite the seasons of my tastes around china patterns, this is an example of how we pass on a legacy of hope, by choosing hope.
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