Hope some say is a word that doesn’t mean very much. For months now I have messages of inspirational thoughts that come through my mind. These angel messages are so clear. Hope is a prayer. This is a message I received recently. To me hope is a never ending prayer. Like wishing on a star or dreaming for your own life or those you love, prayers come in the form of hoping and wishing and dreaming. I hope for my family all good things with love and kindness. I hope for the best for friends and for those I don’t know in our fragile, beautiful world.
I hadn’t thought about the word Hope until it was said not to mean much on a TV series. To me, irrefutably, hope is one of the most beautiful words in our language. It is an intragal part of the loveliest of words, Prayer. I thank God and the angels for all the books I write about angels, from my memoir, my children’s book and the five in the Mystic Bay Series. In the fictional town Mystic Bay that I’ve created, angels live as humans. This is where art has imitated life, for as sure as I am that there is a heaven above, I know I met an angel once over twenty years ago after my daughter, Kate, passed away. He changed my life for good and I am forever grateful.
