Hope believes the time will come. I didn’t sleep well last night. For some reason, my body clock believed it was time to be awake from 1:30 a.m to 4:00 a.m. And as my mind conversed with itself, it was agreed that sleep would come when it’s time.
Carrying a heavy head today, slowly and mechanically going through the necessary motions of the day eventually brought me to my desk. It was time to write. Yet my mind and heart couldn’t connect as easily as yesterday. And so the conversation with myself continued, “you will write something of value when it’s time.”
As many of you may have read in previous posts, time is one of my fascinations. So it is fitting that my relationship with hope has brought me to the intersection of time and space.
Over many years, I used up time hurrying and struggling to keep up with self-imposed expectations. It is only recently I learned to slow down enough to appreciate the space between time and the power of the pauses while I patiently wait for the right time.
However, I still need to learn. My hopeful anticipation when I’m assured of a certain outcome differs significantly from enduring a proverbial walk through a desert searching for a stream. Why do we find it so much easier to retain a hopeful spirit as we move toward an expected outcome than to believe that our needs will be met when wandering in the wilderness without a clear destination in sight?
It takes faith to bring us hope. Hope is the stream in the desert. It will sustain us. So many times we forget to believe and we may lose our way. But believing that everything will come in its own due time…may just be the hope that brings us what we need.
I woke up day number 10 of the year 2019 to this view out my window.
Hope is a breath of fresh air. A long deep breath I so often forget to take as I allow the shallow breaths of time starvation and self-protective adrenaline to overwhelm my day.
The meditation I focus on is “Each day has its own sufficient amount of concern”. If I magnify the effects of carrying my baggage of worry to the next day, I exponentially escalate negativity causing a snowball effect that only hope can melt.
That glimmer of hope lives within all of us. A bright sunbeam of faith at times only barely sensed or an internal nudge toward a positive belief.
I am reminded, “Choose to breathe in or tune in to to the message of hope.” Sometimes it requires a quiet moment to focus on our breath, at other times we may need to turn up the volume to drown out our negative self-talk.
Either way, we can all light up each new day with hopeful anticipation of that great something that is about to happen, within the world of possibility, as we are granted another sunrise.
As light powerfully destroys darkness, hope breathes life into despair with its promise.