If you’re feeling hopeless

After I battled depression and an eating disorder for more than two decades, many (including mental health professionals) believed I might never get well. My hope was fading. Then, the phone rang. “Hi, Sheryl,” my sister Kathy said. “I want you to live with me until you get back on your feet.”  Tears of gratitude streamed down my face. Kathy wasn’t giving up on me. Her invitation represented the type of love found in this week’s section of 1 Corinthians 13: “[Love] hopes