Hope. When I became a social worker, that was the word given to me. Dreams. The word it has shifted to in recent years. One of my mentors told me once I was a “hope dealer”. I was someone with the willingness to believe everyone could achieve their dreams with Christ. Many times you could find me sitting beside a single mom and her newborn baby, dreaming and planning how she could buy her first home even while sitting in the ash and pain of an unplanned pregnancy and single parenthood.
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