What's the definition of hope? It's not, "I really hope my favorite team will win." Or, "I hope this restaurant is open."
Hope is like when you're scuba diving deep under water and your oxygen tube gets cut. You can see the surface of the water above you and you know you can get there and you kick off the bottom with this desperate need for air. You don't sit down and contemplate whether or not you should go to the surface. You have hope that you will get there in time. You need to get there in time. Think of it like this. You're in second grade. Your house is right across the street from your school. You're crossing the field to get home and bullies appear, circling you and pushing you around, calling you names. You're surrounded by sixth graders and you have no way out. What you don't know is that your dad has gotten home early for once and he's on the front porch and he sees you. And as you're thinking it's hopeless, you catch a glimpse of your dad running down the driveway across the street and into the field where he takes care of those bullies. And instead of telling you to suck it up and come home, he kneels down, wipes your tears and picks you up, carrying you home. You're never alone. Even if you can't see it, God is there, running to your rescue, even if you're too blinded by the punches and the shouting to see him, you can hope and trust that he will come and rescue you. Thank you to Ben Steward, the speaker of North Springs Alliance, today for inspiring this post. I'm giving you total credit for these stories, because you're the one who told them:)
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About Me!Hannah writes to satisfy her imagination. She's written six books so far--five of which need to be rewritten--and is working on a seventh. She ranges through a variety of genres, but favors contemporary YA, fixing broken characters. She wants to use her writing to change people and bring hope. She's currently going to college for Nursing and that takes up most of her writing time. She's a rather stereotypical writer, talking to imaginary friends, eavesdropping on people at the store, secretly being nosy, stashing herself away in her room with a paper and pen and chocolate and her teddy bear. She loves Jesus, the way the morning smells, her family of seven (four siblings), old movies, fairy tales, candles at night and helping people. She writes on another blog at nerdywriter.blogspot.com to hopefully build her chances of publication. My Author Site:Archives
December 2016
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