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Hunter Chronicles D403

I’m just like many others in which, we can forget the simple things of life and forget that big blessings tend to come in small packages from time to time. I was getting up and was wondering what it is that makes me keep on the hunt, seeking and breathing. This time it wasn’t about the end result that I desired.

The very words that I heard were…”Hopeful Outlook” To me that meant that I have the freedom to believe that my day was going to be great. I have the ability to possess a “driving” hope. Without hope people die, dreams are shattered, birth’s never happen, wars are never won. Hopeful outlook, I see and feel and believe in more that is present.

I’m not talking about faith, although some will categorize this as such. This is the portion of though right before faith plays its significant role. I don’t know if this will be perceived as clear, but it held just enough substance for me to feel it in my soul.

This is what comes to mind as this is written:
Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.



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