In addition to the theme of Courage that I will present at the talk on Sunday night is the theme of Hope. One of the writers I was reading said that hope cannot come out of chaos. That writer said there needs to be peace and quiet for hope to live. However in a discussion with my husband, he had a different perspective. He said that hope is born in chaos. It is when we are at our most desperate that hope is found.
I think of the people at our grief group last Monday night. A mother with a severely autistic adult son whose behavior has become more aggressive. There seems to be no placement for him in this city. The woman with MS whose mother recently died. The mother whose 14 year old daughter died January 1 one year ago. Chaos--pain---rules their lives.
I think of the people suffering in the depths of addiction. The nights of crying "what am I going to do about this?"
How does hope get born? Is it in the depth of our pain, we open our heart and our hand to God. I look at the sculpture on my desk---a child resting in a large hand---the hand of God.
How does hope come to you? From where? Today? Do you recognize it as a gift from God? Is your hand open to receive it?
Blessings-Penny
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