I'm beginning to think that my One Little Word should have been hope.
So much has changed since August; so much out of my control,
that hope is all I have to hold on to in order to not stop caring.
I'd almost settle for serendipity at this point, but I know in my heart,
I need the "exceedingly, abundantly, all I can ask or think" kind of miracle
that only comes by the power of God. So I continue to hope.
April 10, 2022 ~ Verselove
Published by Donnetta Norris
| Christian | Wife | Mom | Teacher | Writer |
Donnetta Norris is a 2nd grade teacher in Arlington, TX. She has been an educator for the last 12 years. She enjoys reading professional, children’s, and MG literature. Being in the classroom with her Scholars brings her the most joy, and she is passionate about, and committed to, improving her writing craft as a teacher-writer. She is a community leader and facilitates workshops with TeachWrite, LLC.
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