Friday, January 3, 2014

Hope, an Attitude of Gratitude

Hope is illusive.  It can't be grabbed or saved or put in a jar to be put on a shelf for a rainy day any more than you can grasp a cloud.  It is like the cloud that hovered over the Hebrew children in the wilderness giving them shade.  I know what it is like to live under the dark cloud of depression.  I prefer the bright cloud of hope.  Clouds change shape, like the cloud of hope that is blown by the wind of the Holy Spirit.  It is beautiful in every whisp or billow, heaviness or lightness.  We can trudge along under the hot glare of a burning day, or look up to the cloud even if it is only the size of a man's hand like the prophet Elijah saw before the deluge came.  Hope.  It is where the Son of Man will reappear in the clouds someday. 

"Love...bears all things, believes all things, HOPES all things, endures all things...
I Corinthians 13:7
(Have you ever heard a better description of parenting?)

"I have no greater joy than this,
to hear of my children walking in the truth."
III John 1:4

We only need hope the size of a cloud the size of a man's hand.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul--
and sings the tunes without the words--
and never stops at all."
Emily Dickinson

"Hope spring eternal in the human breast."
Alexander Pope

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