I, like most of you, have a few heavy life stones that make hope difficult for me and tend to strangle my optimism and at times I’m emotionally lazy and I let despair win… but lately (meaning since last Sunday) I’ve decided to look for hope and I’ll admit I’ve had a hard time finding her… this often elusive virtue of trust that things are going to be good.
There are times when life becomes too heavy and the only prayer you have is the word… “Here.”
…like the Mom who’s been holding a screaming baby all day and her husband walks in the door and all she can say is “Here!”
For me “worry” always seemed like “little old lady syndrome”, frail people worry, weak people worry, strong people take action, capable people work hard and confidently face their problems. Thats what I used to think… then I moved out of my parents house