There are moments of struggle all around us. Adversity with family members, disappointment in work, pain and discouragement in unexpected sickness, loss of hope. These lows of life are something none of us are immune to. It’s in these moments of struggle that I start to gather mustard seeds. Even if I can only manage to grab a few. These seeds are the hope and the love I get from my family. My parents have showed me firsthand how important it is to pick them up and hold onto them. These little seeds of joy, of triumph, of laughter and of hope – they are the faith that will shift the mountains in front of us when we step to them.
The best is yet to come.