When faith turns to hope
“Best places for single parents to live” “Best jobs for a single mother to have” “Jobs that pay well with just a certificate” I’m in the hole again Googling everything that comes to mind with the potential to bring me guidance “How to make an extra $1,000 a month” “How to make extra money in a way that suits me” It's familiar here I dug this hole myself and I visit frequently furnishing her piece by piece Sitting on the line of my life unsure of which direction will lead to fulfillment The difference between faith and hope becoming blurry “Faith; complete trust or confidence in something” “Hope; A feeling of expectation and desire for something to happen” Was it wrong of me to have faith that with the right intentions, hard work and dedication life would fall into place? Or was I blinded by the hope that overtime the things that kept my mother and I bound to poverty would release me I hoped that her burdens would not become mine I had faith that I could do better, I could