Yeah, yeah, we have all heard that “hope springs eternal”. Well, that is not true at my house. HOPE sits above my front hallway coat closet. Carved out of wood, painted blue, outlined in gold, and sporting white stars, it reigns over my house.
I have heard it said that if you have faith you do not need hope. I beg to differ. I think the two go hand in hand, and if faith is not your cup of tea, then hope is there to fill in the vacuüm.
The subject for this post today was handed to me by one of my favourite blogger friends, Heidi@lightlycrunchy. She was tagged by another blogger friend to write about hope, and she tagged me. Go see what she has written on the subject and you will be delighted. She has hope for the future, but some immediate ones too—delivered with her wry sense of humour and a recipe to boot.
There is no recipe in this tiny diatribe. Hope sometimes takes the desperate form of that old chestnut “this too shall pass” (though many times in my opinion, not nearly fast enough) and that gives me a kind of hope. But the hope that I want is the one that renews, the one that helps you face the day, the one that thinks “maybe this is the day (minute, hour, time) when all will be well”.
My handy-dandy thesaurus that lives in my computer gives some synonyms for the word hope: confidence, expectation, optimism, anticipation, courage, and faith. Taking those words into account, I have confidence and anticipate optimistically that courage and faith will see me through my expectations. (See what I did there—used all those synonyms to create a sentence – talk about patting yourself on the back!)
I am not sure that I have risen to the occasion of the “tagging” but I have given it a shot, and I think that is all Heidi expected.