Calm My Crazy: Hope

My heart aches for my family this week.  I wasn’t sure what I could write about.  I can’t even begin to imagine what those closest to the one we lost must be feeling.

I stepped back a little to breathe and regroup.  I realized that part of what I am so angry and upset about is because we hoped for good and the bad still came.

Honestly, I’m not one for praying.  But I hoped and put my faith in goodness and love.  I thought good, positive thoughts and hoped with all my heart.  I guess that is really just my version of praying.

I look at hope as one of those round life preservers they always throw overboard at people on TV.  You have to hold onto it or it will do you no good.

I feel like many times I am grasping at it, flailing around trying to get that hope back.  Because there are so many times I feel hopeless.  Depression, anxiety and chronic pain can dash your hope away.

This time I was grasping and hoping for another.  I wish from the bottom of my heart that it would have been enough.  That hope could always be enough.

Hope is what we have to lift us up when we think there is nowhere to go but down.  It doesn’t always work out they way we want but we can’t give up hope for what comes next.

Hope that things will get better.  Somehow.  Someday.

Check out this post to find out more about the Calm My Crazy meme.  This weekly post is for me and for you.  A place to share our moment of calm.  Something that brings us a little peace and happiness in a world of crazy.