Thursday, October 23, 2008

Dear God,

Hope comes in many forms. An insight, a conversation, a revelation, an experience, a word, gesture or gift. And when it comes, a feeling of relief follows, taking a long breath, believing that something can change. Hopelessness fades in the face of hope.

Maintaining hope is hard sometimes. Whether in a relationship, a health situation, job, whatever, it is difficult when the winds of uncertainty kick up. When hope is swirling in the air because a situation has arisen and hope has taken off with the wind, it is scary, not knowing where hope is, how to find it, how to get it back. And grabbing hold of flying debris, any debris can bring a sense of abandonment because whatever the thing is is not the hope we long for, not the hope that will sustain.

Like walking down the aisles of a grocery store, there is so much from which to make a selection. From walking with you down the aisles of life, I know that I too have much from which to select. I can pick up hopelessness, despair, self-judgement, rotten attitude, etc. Or I can walk just around the corner and find in the aisle courage, self esteen, confidence, trust, faith and hope.

Sometimes there are problems that seem to eliminate an answer of my own choosing. If a health problem, I may not be able to pick up a cure. However, I can pick up faith that will give me courage to go through each day believing that my faith card can help me live an optimum experience. Because while I know I have a deficit in one area, I have an abundance in another. And that brings me hope once again.

Hope comes
from your hand.
When I
take hold
of God-offered
hope,
I know
I am taking
your hand.
I know
I have something
I did not possess
moments before.
I feel lighter,
more at peace.
That's when
I know
hope has
come home.

Love, Andrea