I’ve been overly angry for weeks. Frustrated. Exhausted. At what I thought was the end of my rope. Then last week happened.
This morning, all the things that have been spiking my emotions & irritability seemed so small & manageable. Almost like I am sitting up straighter in my chair after being reprimanded.
Cancer. Death. Divorce.
Were the topics of conversation last week.
Adding these things to an already hectic life, just sucked the wind from my sails.
I’ve seen a shift in my attitude that is clearly present this morning. I’m realizing yet again, how grateful I am for all that I have, how far I’ve already come, & that I’ve been able to keep a tight grip on hope through all the difficult things that have been “thrown my way”.
I posted the following pictures & caption on social media:
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“May our hope merely flicker amidst the storm, but never be blown out.”
Hope for better days.
Hope for a heaven where we can reunite with our loved ones.
Hope that the diagnosis won’t be the scary “c” word…cancer.
Hope for health.
Hope that hearts & ears will be opened.
Hope that healing will come to broken people & their relationships.
Hope that if divorce must happen, that the pain will eventually lessen.
Hope that peace will come & stay.
Hope that I will use the words that others need to hear.
Hope that at some point our Team Awesome settles into our new normal.
Hope that it’s not just an overused saying, but that the best really is yet to come.
We may keep our hope alive for our spouse, for our kids, for our families, for our friends, for ourselves, or because we believe our God has told us we can & should. Whatever our reason is to keep hoping, we let it be our anchor through the many storms.
Today? I have more questions than answers.
Impending doom, pain, & loss occupy the visible storm clouds above my head. But I’ve battened down the hatches. I’ve planted my anchor in a safe harbor. I’m stubbornly clinging to hope, that all will be well…eventually.
Will you join me?
What are you currently having to be stubbornly hopeful about in your life?
What is life & circumstances & trauma trying to steal from you, that you simply refuse to loosen your grip on?
Please comment below! I’d love to hear from you!
In the meantime, we keep moving forward with stubborn hope. Through the storms. Together.