Part of the struggle of the human condition is when hope is lost. I’ve been thinking about that for a while now — the importance of hope in our lives, in my own life. Part of my own struggles of late is due to the scarcity of it.
Hope that relationships will heal. That finances will improve. That bodily sickness, infirmity, disease, pain, and suffering will cease. Hope that there will be forgiveness and freedom, relief from the sometimes crushing burdens of responsibilities, tasks, things that have to be done. That overall, things will get better. That someday, I will be good enough.
Hope is such a central, vital ingredient to the complicated recipe of life, don’t you think? Too much of it, and maybe the result is a life of unfulfilled expectations. Too little, and the result may be despair and despondency.
One of the companion ingredients to hope is faith. “…faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (Hebrews 11:1 NIV)
I’ve let this post sit in draft form for several days after writing the sentences above, and no longer have the mental acuity to write more. Partly that’s because of a medical emergency for one of our sons that took up a lot of the past 24 hours. (Things are improving, thankfully.) If you read this post and care enough to provide your perspectives on this issue, please comment.