Hope

My last post at least hinted at the emotional roller coaster that has been going on for some time.  It sure has been a wild ride.  As I got back into my reflection mode again after making that post, I am reminded of how much I like the purpose and meaning of one word: hope.  I like that word so much that I started writing stories about it (represented in part by a girl, who is named...?😉).  So what good does it do for me as I witness good friends and dear ones deal with death and deal with my own personal struggles?  Clearly you'd expect me to say that it does a lot of good, but hope has great power, even possibly more than is comprehensible.  It is that one glimpse of light in the darkness, a guide, a protector, a mentor, and a strength.

Life can be overwhelming and sometimes downright miserable, but the beauty of having hope is that it makes those burdens more bearable.  When I focus on that light, my mind isn't drawn to the misery that is so insistent on grasping me, and I know that as long as I keep my focus as I follow it, those other things have no power over me.  Life happens.  Difficulties happen.  So does Hope.