I am a hopeless optimist.  There I said it.  Now I feel better.  Yes, I know it’s an oxymoron.  But it’s true.  The older I get the more I realize that I am created to function in the giftings I have.  I am an optimist.  Let me rephrase that, I am annoyingly optimistic. (This is the term my daughters have coined.) I can be listening to the saddest story anyone could tell and all I can think of, is the bright side.  I might spout out all the good things I can think and that makes me feel better after having heard such sad stuff, but does it help the…