I’ve been spending time with a lot of hopeFULL people lately.
Last weekend I was in the midst of Camp Waccamaw (more about that in an upcoming post. I promise!). I can’t imagine it’s possible to be in the midst of eight people ranging from age 4 – 51 for a weekend and NOT have hope . At least I couldn’t do it.
Last week, I was at the Shalem Society for Contemplative Leadership annual gathering. We shared lessons, stories, plans, laughter, tears, drumming, dancing, music, stillness and yep – hope. I am still full from the experience.
As I type this, I’m hanging out with my 84 year-old mom. She just returned from almost three months of rehab after breaking her hip and arm. Her spirit boosts my hope, too.
Hope is an odd word for me. It’s one of those words that doesn’t seem to know its own strength. I’m not even sure what hope IS. Is it a state? Is it a feeling? Is it force?
I’m wondering about hope tonight. The one thing I know for sure is that I’ve got it. So if you’re low on your hope reserves these days, trust that I’ve got your back.
What’s your take on hope?