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Hope is a small word that effects me greatly. I have been so aware of how much hope, or lack there of, affects me.

Sometimes I feel like hope runs through me like the sand in those little hour glass timers. My hope runs out more often then not. I feel like I am constantly flipping the bottle of hope filled sand over.

I have a bittersweet relationship with hope. For the most part, I know hope is a choice. Hope can take on the form of a necessary attitude.

However, discouragements and life tensions are real. Choosing hope is not saying ignore what hurts the heart and just to be hopeful.

Discouragements and life tensions are meant to be acknowledged. It is really hard to sit in those times.

Hope plays the role that doesn’t let you give up in the midst. Hope enables you to get back up after you get life’s wind knocked out of you.

Hope enables the voice of holding out, pressing through, taking another breath, and getting up.

My tensions are high, and life’s wind has definitely been knocked around in me. To the deep feeler in me, hope feels hard.

My hope is that choosing to get up again will mean something. My hope is that this round will last, and I will even triumph over something.

Hope is hard. But I’m still hoping.

What about hope is hard for you?

What are you hoping for these days?

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