Lately I have been working on faith. Not the kind of faith that says we will have a white Christmas or that the Jazz will one day win the NBA finals (I stopped paying attention after Stockton to Malone - sorry Mars). I mean the real kind of faith that keeps me happy and sane in the life I have been given while waiting for other blessings to come their way. Isn't that the hardest part when it comes to faith - finding joy in the now, not the yesterdays or tomorrows? It isn't easy but it is life. One day, I have faith, that my mother will be walking holding the hands of my own dear children . . .