I remember that time at the Dengkou train station, heading to Baotou. I surged onto the train with a crowd of strangers, not knowing where the future would lead. But the anticipation I felt for what lay ahead was unforgettable. This is probably what people mean by "being hopeful," right? God's creation is subtle and unwavering. Thinking back now, how did I manage to hold my head high and cross half the globe, arriving penniless and alone to fulfill a dream of "homecoming"? I don't really remember that same sense of anticipation from boarding the train, but in the days that followed, stepping into an utterly unfamiliar city, I was never alone. I never went hungry. I weathered a winter with temperatures below -30 degrees Fahrenheit and swirling snow, yet I was never afraid. Today, when worries about the future creep in, that moment of stepping onto the train comes to mind again. It is a strong testament that we should never forget to believe, and then belie...