Hope Is a Muscle—And We’re Still Strengthening It

A Black woman in lavender activewear walks slowly along a peaceful beach at sunrise. Her posture is upright and calm, embodying quiet determination.

Hope isn’t a wish—it’s a practice. A quiet, persistent muscle that grows each time we choose to believe again. Today, we honor the sacred work of showing up with faith, even in the waiting. Even in the stretch. Even when it’s hard.