This reminds me of that wonderful quote I've seen about the interwebs..."People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go."
I haven't FELT hope in about a decade, but I've been doggedly practicing it, with no faith or idealism, just a steady habitual practice of hope that I do not feel.
In her book "For Such a Time as This: An Emergency Devotional", Hannah Reichel says, "Hope is a practice a discipline, a horizon." I think about that every day. Your comment is exactly the picture of it - doggedly practicing it even without the feeling of joyful anticipation. Man, it's hard to do.
Oh Sarah how I needed to hear this today. My mom was just put on Hospice and is nearing the end of her life. The world is on fire. I am one year in to launching a business that is meaningful and yet not making much money yet. I daily wonder if it is time to quit....something. Not today, though.
Thank you for this, S. It sounds like we collectively needed to hear this today. ❤️ I am in a season where I’m quitting something big, and in doing so, I’m choosing myself. I’m choosing the hard path. I’m choosing to hope that God has something different and better for me. The loudest voices in my mind tell me it’s silly to hope for better - I’m 43. It’s too late! I’m too old and too broken and too lumpy and too MUCH in every way. But the still, small voice says I deserve better, and it’s never silly to hope.
Thank you, that was utterly uplifting. We need to hold fast to those tiny bits of joy and embrace that rest and renewal. We do ourselves injustice by burning ourselves out. We need not carry all these things on our own shoulders, we are together as one and that is more powerful than anything. Thank you for these words today. Ones I certainly needed to hear and be reminded to give myself a chance to rest and cut myself a little slack. Tomorrow is my big chemo day and the day before I normally end up frazzle preparing the nest, for all the things I need to get done. I didn't do that today. I rested. I read your piece when you posted it and decided I was good where I was and needed no more than that. So thank you.
Oh my! What did I do before I found you. This is so my life right now. I needed to hear this today! Right now. God knew that. I love you Sarah Bessey and I am so very grateful for, and blessed by your work.
This reminds me of that wonderful quote I've seen about the interwebs..."People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go."
I haven't FELT hope in about a decade, but I've been doggedly practicing it, with no faith or idealism, just a steady habitual practice of hope that I do not feel.
In her book "For Such a Time as This: An Emergency Devotional", Hannah Reichel says, "Hope is a practice a discipline, a horizon." I think about that every day. Your comment is exactly the picture of it - doggedly practicing it even without the feeling of joyful anticipation. Man, it's hard to do.
Reading that now
Oh Sarah how I needed to hear this today. My mom was just put on Hospice and is nearing the end of her life. The world is on fire. I am one year in to launching a business that is meaningful and yet not making much money yet. I daily wonder if it is time to quit....something. Not today, though.
I recently walked that path with my mama. Sending you so much love.
Thank you. This is very much what I needed to hear right now.
Thank you for this, S. It sounds like we collectively needed to hear this today. ❤️ I am in a season where I’m quitting something big, and in doing so, I’m choosing myself. I’m choosing the hard path. I’m choosing to hope that God has something different and better for me. The loudest voices in my mind tell me it’s silly to hope for better - I’m 43. It’s too late! I’m too old and too broken and too lumpy and too MUCH in every way. But the still, small voice says I deserve better, and it’s never silly to hope.
Thank you, that was utterly uplifting. We need to hold fast to those tiny bits of joy and embrace that rest and renewal. We do ourselves injustice by burning ourselves out. We need not carry all these things on our own shoulders, we are together as one and that is more powerful than anything. Thank you for these words today. Ones I certainly needed to hear and be reminded to give myself a chance to rest and cut myself a little slack. Tomorrow is my big chemo day and the day before I normally end up frazzle preparing the nest, for all the things I need to get done. I didn't do that today. I rested. I read your piece when you posted it and decided I was good where I was and needed no more than that. So thank you.
Thank you for this ...the world feels so heavy right now, and this is a beautiful reminder of the raw grittiness of hope.
Yes, Ma'am! That'll preach. Live small. Be as human as possible in the face of inhumanity. Hold fast
Amen.
Oh my! What did I do before I found you. This is so my life right now. I needed to hear this today! Right now. God knew that. I love you Sarah Bessey and I am so very grateful for, and blessed by your work.
Hanging on by my fingertips
This is so much my life right now. Thank you is inadequate. (I had no idea you were spying on me. lol)
Holding on...
Thank you, dear Sarah. Thank you.
I am super grateful that you have not quit and continue to show up in writing your blog week by week. <3
Written just for me is how it seems. 💜
Thank you. I needed this. 😔
Thank you. I needed to hear this today.