I often wonder why it is when I see the sunrise that I am filled with hope. We don’t seem to talk about hope much anymore. It feels less than faith but more than just okay. When Daddy would take that moment on the front porch to watch the sunrise he would always say let’s hope for a good day. I would think that I hoped the workday would go by fast. It feels like hope can mean many things. When things went south, he would say let’s hope for the best or let’s be hopeful.
Hope seems to be wellbeing with a desire for certain things to happen. Later in life hope became almost spiritual for me. When my Mom was sick, I would always hope each time that I went to see her that she would be better. As she got sicker my expectations changed, and I hoped she was not in pain. When she passed, I hoped that she went to a better place. Today I would hope that the world calms down and kindness would be more valuable than hatred and violence, that we would go back to caring and being a good neighbor.
But for this moment as the sun rises above the horizon; perhaps, I will embrace this moment and just be thankful.
Larry – Hope will sustain us – Hope will help us see a better tomorrow – Hope will get me out bed to wait for the time to return to the bed – Hope will…
Thank you my dear friend. I hope one day we will sit down and reflect upon this time.
I truly hope so.
We cannot lose the unique thing that keeps us alive: hope.
Despair, the absence of hope, is the inability to see ahead to a future that is worth to meet. Hope means just believe in a future of joy promised, is like receiving an advance of that joy and wanting to continue to get its fullness. It should be possible to leverage its own resources, and to find other ways to tell his own story to oneself, enlarging it, finding explanations and alternative viewpoints. If I change my story, I will change myself and also my vision of the future, and I can make room for hope.
I understand it’s not always easy to do it … but one can try!!
Thank you my friend. Great feedback my
I love this, Larry. Hope is one of my words that I carry with me always. Your short reflection is touching, and it hits close to home, especially the part about your mom. When my mom was sick, I would hope for better days for her also. Then, when she passed away unexpectedly, I hoped that she was in a better place and that my grief would eventually lessen.
I believe that some of our chosen words take on new meaning during the different phases of our lives. A couple of years ago, I decided to choose a word for the year. My first one was “faith.” I had seen a sign at the post office that said: “Take what you need.” Below it, there was several words. I immediately tore off “faith.” I still have that tiny slip of paper.
Words are powerful triggers
Roman’s 5/2-7