Not easy.
The very definition of an intangible is that there is
nothing there to see. How do you describe something that is not there?
How do you grasp a vapor, a promise, a dream?
How do you curve a letter around a wisp of a thought? A sparkle
of a grin?
Hope truly is defined by what it isn’t.
It isn’t a stone or stair but you can climb up on it to
reach unsearchable places.
It isn’t wool and leather to guard you from cold but you can
weave it about to guard your heart.
It isn’t breathless joy waiting around the corner but it
will dance with your expectations in delight.
Hope is a choice we make when our dreams come outside of our
sleep filled eyes and wake us with insistence.
“Believe!” it says.
“Have Faith”
The possibilities of hope can bubble inside of us like
uncorked champagne.
And hope can burst and fizzle to nothing if not preserved
and created anew.
Often those who know defeat the least will hope the best.
Children infinitely hope that distant bells mean ice cream
trucks and bright colored packages hold answered requests.
But not all children can keep hope alive. Those whose eyes
have aged as they witness too much pain and defeat sometimes just can not.
There is no greater task than to resuscitate that hope and
give vigor to a little one as she hopes for more.
As she hopes for enough strength to get up a from a sick
bed.
As he hopes for a school uniform and a desk to sit at.
As she dreams of giving back to a grandmother who has given
more than she has to give.
As he longs for a night of sleep without terror of the
unknown and the sorrow of the morning.
As they dare to look for a future where children will be
healthy and dream of success beyond the dirt roads and into the stars.
Won't you join me in giving hope to God's children around the world? I support http://friendsoftouch.org/ and http://gointernational.org/
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