Hope begins at home…

“Kodi, Ginabaa’.”  I can hear my grandma as my little feet pitter pattered after her. We are herding sheep miles from home in the heat as we follow the herd of sheep and goats.  My life began on this beautiful open land.  My faith began following my grandma around.  Throughout the years, I have learned “hope begins at home” no matter where it may be.  “Nisodizin holoodoo…” I can hear my grandma’s voice to this day.  Her precious words have never left my heart nor my mind.
Open field

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