I love that.
Expect with confidence.
It’s an anticipatory emotion.
The world needs a lot more of this. Hope in the midst of the whirlwind.
Let me just say this before I move on. We never know what a person is dealing with, especially if they have a smile plastered across their face.
This morning at work, a woman appeared at the kitchen door. While I was making coffee, she asked me if I was the one who wrote all the messages on the fruit out front. I told her yes. She thanked me. She told me she appreciated me for the breakfast. (Just as a reminder again, I’m a breakfast Hostess at a hotel) She told me she wanted to let me know now how much she appreciated me for what I was doing. She said, “You never know who is still going to be here today.”
I responded with, “To be honest, as much death as we are seeing, we don’t know who won’t be here tomorrow. We need to tell people today how much we appreciate them. Thank you so much.”
She opened up after that. She told me that’s why she was in town. A death. She had several recently. One was self-inflicted. This completely broke my heart to see the pain in her eyes.
Can you imagine what people are going through in these tough times?
She looked down and tears filled her eyes and so did mine. I asked her name and told her I would be praying for her and her family. She was worried more for her family than herself. She knew who she believed in. I just stood and talked to her a while, encouraged her to keep holding on. We said our goodbyes and we were both left sniffling and in deep thought.
This story leads me to my word for the year. HOPE.
People need HOPE more than ever before.
I have to confess, this past year was a very rough one for me, with lots of changes.
My youngest daughter, hubby and grandbaby finally moved into their own apartment last January, after living with us for a while.
My hubby retired.
We both got covid at the end of July.
I had a fall, which led to a bout of vertigo.
His retirement changed our financial status, so I went to work, getting up and staying up from 4:30 a.m. until bedtime. And being on my feet all day… This shut me down mentally and physically. I could not tell you how many posts I’ve started and not finished last year. (This one is actually a combination of one I started at the end of last year)
And then my oldest daughter, her other half and 4 of my grandchildren are living with us right now. 😳🤪🤡 I love them all, but with two blended families living under one roof, there is no quiet time to be had. I’m actually writing this post, sitting in my car at the city park! 😂 And of course two county trucks had to park to my left, conversing to each other out their windows. 🤦♀️ It would seem there is no “quiet time” to be had – anywhere! 🤡 Oh well… 🤷🏼♀️
The above scenario woke me up from a dead sleep about two months ago. (And I was sleeping so good… 😔 😢) The outlet burned out in our master bath. I had a small heater plugged in at the time but not turned on. When it sparked, all I could see was flames which made me sit straight up in bed. Reminded me of one of those black and white movies (back in the day) when Count Dracula woke up and sat straight up in his coffin.
To make a long story short, this reminded me of the times I’ve faced burn-out in stressful situations before. We may get to the end of our rope, but there’s always an outlet that can be fixed.
I’ve heard it said the circumstances that happen to us are just “life.” Mere happenstance.
Perhaps it’s somewhat as Job states it best, “man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.”
But I believe the steps of a righteous man are ordered.
Regardless, we certainly can’t escape those troubles no matter how close we are to God. As a young Christian once, I thought living for God would be my ticket to all sunny days and no more rain in the future forecast.
I soon discovered it rains on the just and the unjust. We just have to learn to dance in the mud puddles. Roll with the punches and the thunder.
Never Lose Your HOPE
Keep it alive and burning as a candle and a well of water gushing through our soul.
Life is worth living. Hold on to hope. Keep the faith. Choose joy. Fall down seven times, get up eight.
This car I saw in a parking lot could be a poster for Hope. When I saw it, Hope flooded my soul! It looks like it’s been through hades, but it’s still running. A bowling ball dent in the windshield did not stop it. It’s scarred and battered, but look at the front fender!….3 hearts.