Hope seems to be one of my catch phrases right now.
And if I’m being honest, I kind of hate that about myself.
I’m searching, aggressively for hope. Something tangible, something I can hold. Something that might do the job of pulling me out of the pool that seems empty of it.
But, also, here’s the thing: I used to look at the search for hope as finding the end of something. I used to look at hope as the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am finding that it isn’t the case. Hope isn’t the end- it’s the beginning. Hope is the light at the end of the tunnel.
It’s stepping into the tunnel and seeing the light.
At church yesterday I wrote some words that I shared, words that seem to spill out about hope as I tried to roll my eyes and write at the same time.
Hope is here
It’s in the wings
It doesn’t need a clean spot or for your laundry to be folded.
Hope doesn’t need your calendar to say the right month or for all the cups in your room to be in the dishwasher.
Hope just wants to be invited in.
Hope just wants you to choose it. It doesn’t even care if it’s not the first choice.
It gets better.
Hope won’t be ignored.
Hope can be built upon the ruins. It WANTS to be built upon the ruins.
It doesn’t need you to have it all together.
Hope just wants you to seep in.
So let it.
Let hope move in.
Let hope fill every corner.
Let hope persist.
Let hope Live.
Let it build on what you thought was ruins.
Let hope move.
Hope is a buzzword for me these days.
And I kind of hate it.
I’m continuing to choose to believe it exists.
I’m choosing to believe it’s for me.
I’m choosing to believe it’s not the end of something but the beginning.
I’m choosing to let hope do the damn thing.
So; watch this space for when I meet hope.
And if you ever forget- hope is for you too.