I received this:
“My room of 6
“Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass…it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.”
My room of 6
I am supposed to pick 6 women who have touched my life and who I think might participate. I think that if this group of women were ever to be in a room together, there is nothing that would be impossible. I hope I chose the right six. Please send this back to me.
Remember to make a wish before you read the quotation.”
I thought ‘make a wish’ and I went blank. It was as if I forgotten how to wish or dream. Where am I if I forget how to wish? Under what cloud am I living, kinda like the little kid in Peanuts who walked around with a dark cloud over his head?
I would start to wish. . . and then think:
but that couldn’t happen
there is no use in thinking about that
these last months have taken care of that
I don’t usually forward stuff, but I might have if . . . I could have been able to wish for something.
Thoughts of Grace 
Lam 3:1-17, 18-26 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD.