Hope When Things Feel Hopeless

“Hope Is The Things With Feathers”

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson, 18301886

 

I am cynical. Extremely cynical. But come on, it is hard not to be with what is going on in the world. The government is wacky. The media stuffs negativity down our throats constantly. Does racism ever seem like it’s going to end? What about the ongoing wars?

These are just a few things that pop into my head. I fear that this trend is going to continue. I fear that things will get worse. Glass is half-empty mentality, huh?

I always get told to have hope. I hate to hear it, but it’s true. What is hope?

I don’t believe that giving a definition from Webster Dictionary does hope justice. Words strung together doesn’t define hope well enough; sorry Webster. Like what Dickinson wrote, hope is something that is built inside of us. The hope is that little bit of light that has the ability to break the darkness from within. The hope, when spoken out loud, has the ability to bring someone up from a bottomless pit. The hope is that somehow, someway things will be made new.

What is hope? Hope is a mother praying that her child will come home. Hope is a kid trying to get their life on track after making a series of poor decision. Hope is teen tearfully asking for prayer for family that hasn’t been heard from who lives in Florida where Hurricane Irma is hitting. Hope is crying out to God when you no longer wish to live.

I try to never get my hopes up. I try to stay in reality as much as possible. Maybe in order to see change, I got to have more hope. I hope that one day there will be peace. I hope that one day we, as people of all nations, can love our neighbors no matter the gender, race, religion, sexual orientation, political beliefs. I put my hope in the God that somehow resurrected light from darkness. And that darkness will not and cannot overcome.

We all have that hope. Let that hope out in all moments.

One thought on “Hope When Things Feel Hopeless

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: