When I originally started my blog, it was a way to practice my descriptive writing. I never expected anyone to read it nor that it would develop into what it has. But as each inspired piece of writing has come out of me, I realized that most of what I wrote was about Hope. As I have come through this 8 year journey since I began my blog, I have found many ways to endure difficult times and crises in small, everyday ways.
Every year for the past 9 years, I have had the same Christmas wish. I won’t reveal what that is, because it’s too personal to me, but I will say that it has not yet happened. Yet every Christmas finds me gazing on that one star and making that one whispered wish. Why? Because Christmas is the season of Hope. Hope that those promises made to us long ago will come to pass. Hope that when we wake on that sacred day, that we will find some hint of our most treasured and beautiful desires coming true.
There are times I feel that it will never happen. I lose faith…I lose hope. Yes, it’s ironic that the woman who writes about hope sometimes feels it slipping away from her. But we are all human, we all have our good and bad days. And had I never experienced disappointment, how could I know the joy that comes from a hope fulfilled?
I can say that every time I come to the end of my rope, something happens to give me the strength to keep going. It might be as small as a hug to something as large as an unexpected financial gift, but whatever it is, I see it as Heavenly Father’s way of saying “I’m aware of you, little one. I know you’re struggling, but I am here. I will not fail you. Be still and know that I am God.”
So here I am…still and quiet, listening, waiting and yes…hoping.
Merry Christmas my beautiful friends! May you all find your dearest hopes come to pass this New Year…