Summer is trudging along, and I have still yet to write as I did this past year. I get so caught up in the daily distractions, and I have so many things that I want to accomplish that I never get ANY of them done except for those that are the most pressing. (House hold duties are in the lead; creative projects lagging.)
Something that has been coming to mind lately is this: Hope. It is very possibly one of the most powerful things on the face of the planet. It is the glimmer in the eye of a child with a sweet tooth. It is the fresh air that causes us to get up in the morning with some sense that, though we do not know what the day holds, it will be OK. It is the cause for survival. It is the reason to press on despite all disconsolate circumstances. Without this glimmer of Hope… many of us would not be here today. I count myself among that number.
Without hope… what would life be? A pitch black tunnel, where if you lay down for sleep and then began moving again, you would have no way of knowing if you were on your way out… or if you were heading back the way you had come. One sits in the dark, waiting for something; doing nothing.
Such is a life without the Lord of all Hope. But if you know Him, how is it that sometimes life seems hopeless? Are we covering our eyes to ignore that one glimmer that draws us down the path? Do we fear to trust that glimmer of hope… worrying that it will go out, or that it will lead us to our death instead of to life? I don’t know. It is hard for me to understand. Because even if you don’t know where that little glimmer is headed… at least following it will give you some direction for the road beneath your feet. At least you will have done something; you will have done your best with what you had. And that is truly, all that hope calls us to do.