From personal experience, I am now 80 years old. I was raised by a single mother, one of four, I was the only boy. Mother was born in 1922 with an eighth grade education. I remember “hard-times”, including not having electricity or running water, and having little or no food. Interestingly, just this morning I was thinking of the word “clabber” , because that was one of the foods we ate when there was nothing else. I promise you hope was all we had and it was enough. Our “hope” was in the Lord Jesus Christ.

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