There are times when I like the word HOPE as a noun…in other words, having HOPE as a certainty. Hope is light at the end of a tunnel…HOPE is emergence out of a place of insecurity and threat and into a place of safety and confidence…hope is a feeling…it can be an expectation. HOPE is a something that you can possess or grasp. But hope can also be a verb:
hope – "to feel that something desired may happen."
In other words, hope is dynamic…it is alive in the heart, in our emotions, relationships, feelings and lives. Truthfully, although most of us would LOVE to be able to have HOPE alive within us as a certainty (more noun-ish), the truth is that it is alive…it is something that is sometimes an experience we are celebrating…sometimes a reality that feels as illusive as chasing after the wind. That's why I hope for hope…that's why hope is a gift…no one I know really (I mean, really) "owns" hope…hope is something that we choose to experience as a gift…it is held out to us and despite the realities around us, we look at that reality and sense or know or "hope" for something new or different or healthier or more powerful or something transformational to happen.
Well, a "ray of hope" flooded our lives today in our journey with my dad. For the first time since he was admitted to the hospital over three weeks ago…for the first time since I've been here for just about a week – something that we have been praying and pleading with God for…as well as something that we have been challenging my dad to experience anew started to happen. A "glimmer" of what may become…a hint of "spring"…a taste of a breakthrough. It wasn't overly obvious but it was profound (like many gifts in relationships, sometimes you have to look beyond the obvious to see/experience the gift of love)…a smile, in fact, a laugh. A comment, "yeah Rob, I ate half of my breakfast and lunch today". I walked into the unit at the hospital and instead of having to roust my dad out of bed, he was sitting, waiting for me. He had been to his "group" (relational therapy) meetings…even the staff said, "it was a better day for Ron." So, a ray of hope…a fortaste of things hope for…a desire to experience the things not yet seen. Isn't it any wonder why hope and prayer go hand in hand…we trust in a God who is hope but brings hope to our lives. More to come…