Hope if a funny old thing. We manage to find it in the most unique and desperate places.
It isn’t always called Hope. Sometimes we call it Faith. Sometimes it is called Surviving.
Sometimes it doesn’t really have a proper name.
In the darkness – it is simply a facet of your being.
A glimmer deep in your soul that reaches out for life. For love. For peace. For something better.
Sometimes, it is very simply, your soul searching and reaching for where the light lies.
The light of laughter on a cool evening.
The light of joy in a smiling baby.
The light of faith in an everlasting.
The light of healing in the face of illness.
The light of enduring when faced with devastation.
The light of a God, when you know you didn’t get here by yourself.
The hope that the light will find you and love you and accept you anyway. Even when you don’t love yourself.
It is always there. Even when you see only darkness.
It is there in the people around you, the ones that are light.
The ones that are hope.
Because they are there.
And they see the you that, just for a moment, you cannot.
May the light find you.
And may you find where your light lies.