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There is something in the human spirit that wants to hope, that clings to hope.

When hope dies, despair sets in and with despair comes a different way of seeing the world. It’s like being all alone in a life raft in the middle of the ocean. With every wave on the horizon you say to yourself, someone will come … just over that next wave. But when wave follows wave follows wave, the ocean seems bigger and bigger, the skies get black, you begin to think, nobody is coming. Nobody knows where I am. There’s no use even looking for them anymore.

A Light Of Hope On The Horizon

In 2017, I went to see a non-traditional medical professional. She was my last stab at finding relief from pain and mounting infirmity. I needed a cane to walk. Even then, I couldn’t walk far. Half a block to the neighbourhood mailbox was extremely painful.

I told her my physical troubles, then she examined and manipulated my feet and ankles. At the end of that first meeting she said, “I think I can help you.” A tiny pinprick of light appeared over the waves on my horizon.

I was still skeptical, but after another session with her I saw improvement. I knew it would be a long road ahead, but the light on the horizon was growing. At our fourth session I told her that I’d initially come to her in despair that I’d ever walk properly again, but she’d given me hope.

“Hope changed my perspective and breathed life into me.”

It changed my thinking. It changed my bearing. I sat up straighter, put my shoulders back. Maybe I can recover from this! Hope changed my perspective and breathed life into me.

 Woman in sunrise/Image by Jill Wellington from Pixabay 

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Where Hope Lies

So far, the year 2020 has been like being in that life raft, riding wave after wave of sorrow and suffering. Covid-19, murder hornets, deaths, protests, riots. Personal hardships, lost jobs, lost loved ones. Every new piece of bad news is another wave that threatens to block out the light until all that is left is black despair. 

But then I remember where my hope lies – in Someone even more understanding, caring, and compassionate than a trained medical professional. He sees. He knows. I can trust Him, cling to Him, hope in Him. He IS hope. He is the light over the waves on my horizon, the Light on which I focus.  

He changes my perspective and breathes life into me.

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