As I begin again to post on this blog, I'm considering the reason I started in the first place.
To actively record my hope sightings. To memorialize the moments when hope rose to surface above the muck and sludge of life.
But what I didn't anticipate was the difficulty in seeing and defining those moments. The reality is that not every day is filled with them. Sometimes hope is hard to even conceptualize.
I think in those times when hope seems so far-fetched, so unattainable, so non-existent and impossible--in those moments, we have to look to each other for reminders that hope does, in fact, live on.
I recently discovered a podcast that addresses some of this. Thank you Donald Miller! He dares to say the things I only think... Listen to Donald speak on Hope.
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