When hope can’t be seen or felt, life is dark and the days are long. We become fearful…
We transfer life to each other and in turn hope to each other. We need community – we are created to be connected. We need people ahead, behind and beside us on our sometimes intrepid journeys.
I glean from my peers, those who have held to hope in other situations and survived. I lean into them and borrow their strength – the strength they have built clinging to driftwood in situations past. – and I fervently pray their hope rubs off onto me, that they stay a little ahead of me to lead me into the future.
There is a song by Edge Kingsland (great song by the way) that says, “Hope is not a rumor, heaven is not a mile away. It’s as close as the blood within my veins steady as Your stand-sure name”
We instinctively know it, always there inside us waiting to be uncovered- we are wired for a destination, for the future, for eternity.
What is your rumour of hope?
Is it to recover from disappointment or tragedy?
To have a sense of worth, achievement, contentment -( given our natural propensity these are all very valid)?
Maybe its for something grander?
When I look at what I hope for since losing my husband a few years ago, it’s not for success or material things, it’s so much more now – its for peace, for the ability to make a difference and be the person out in front of somebody else where I will take my turn at the lead as we write our stories together.
The strength to endure comes from the hope before us. My life and your life cannot yield joy or love or boldness or endurance without hope.
Hope secretly feeds us…