That led to another idea. If she hated thinking those thoughts so much, then were they true? If she loathed the feeling of being away from God, then was she? Was all this some kind of test to just see if she would stay true to her Savior? She liked this idea and it presented a better definition of hope for her. It made it seem so much easier to have God again, and maybe it is. She put the daisies down and sat on her knees. She tried praying. A tear rolled down her cheek and she smiled. It was a joyful tear, the kind that used to flow out of her when she felt God. And even though this moment wasn’t as strong as all the others had been, it was still more than anything she’d felt for months. This one sudden spark of true happiness made her feel close again, like she was alive and not just dead in a sea of pointless people. She opened her eyes still smiling and whispered Thank You to God.