That seems to be my word these days, or at least it’s trying to be.
It started following me around a few weeks ago, like a freshly learned vocabulary word, and I am not really sure what to do with it but try to use it in the sentence that is my life.
Hope can mean two different things: a feeling of expectation or desire for a certain thing to happen or a feeling of trust.
I think the latter is what I am getting at. What I am trying to reach for more days than I don’t. Because, to be honest, I don’t know what I want exactly, but I know its something.
There’s this specific stanza in one of my favorite poems, “If” by Rudyard Kipling:
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools…
It’s those last two lines that get me and always have.
They have me thinking that hope is both dirt under your finger nails and a good word given.
It’s you showing up; stretching just a little more, even if you’re not sure exactly for what it is or where it is or if it even exists; and shaking hands with something bigger, agreeing that, eventually, it will all be okay.
So that’s what I’ve been up to lately, and this week, I’m going to try to spend a bit more time enjoying those that-kind-of-night moments hope gets you as we…
Steph’s REACH mantra: If you knew the size of the blessing that was coming, you’d understand the battle you’ve been fighting.
Steph’s Song of the Week: Beautiful Rose by Sean McConnell
& Don’t Miss Lin’s #VOWreach post (coming soon).