Finding hope
Hope is something that is often misinterpreted. It’s often misused and underutilized. Usually it leads to disappointment and sometimes it leads to despair.
Hope cannot be given to you. But you can be robbed of it. Hope cannot be purchased for $1.99 at 7-Eleven. But it can be discovered. Hope usually comes packaged in a plain box — an unexpected package — that looks like it was sent years ago.
Hope must be found. There’s nothing more to it. It can be inspired, but it still must be found. Hope must be cultivated and remembered because without hope, there is nothing. It’s simply breathing beyond that.
Hope is something that is infinitely simple but wonderfully complex. It allows us to believe in something larger than ourselves. It allows us to face the difficulty that lies ahead.
But we must take care of hope, for we can lose it. Disappointment often sets in at this point and this is where we must take heart. We must put our hope into something — or someone — that can sustain us. We must, yes, hope for the Savior to take us. And we must believe that He, in His grace and mercy, save us…from ourselves.
We must find hope…for then, we will find peace. And this peace will transcend all understanding. And in that moment…we will have eternal Hope.
I am entering week 12 of my cough. (I actually counted.) The hope that hold onto is that the doctor that I just saw believes that she figured out the cause: Acid Reflux. Read again: Acid Reflux caused by stress.
I have taken the last 6 days off because I lost my voice. And now, I am considering taking a sick-vacation and seeing what lies beyond the confines of I-495.
Discovery…lies ahead!