I was given Hope by a good friend when I had to move out of my home state of 50 years. It was rough on all of us, especially my 17-year-old daughter.
I gave her Hope when she struggled with the move, and she gave it back to me when we moved her back to our home state to finish high school. I wore it everyday and kept in on my desk when I wasn't wearing it to look at, to hold, and to remind me of hope.
I am now gifting Hope to my dear friend who lost her husband to cancer–too young and too soon. I pray that it helps her through her struggles as it did mine and my daughter's.