Hope For Help
Hollering "Help!" oddly didn't help. Crying wasted precious salt reserves that my ocular system struggled to save. Disjointed thoughts battled each other on the overcrowded battlefield of my warped brain. Pain on top of pain promised only more pain on top of more pain.
Going beneath the bottom of the bottoms brought the resignation that there was nothing more that I could do, think or try. In the distance shone a tiny ray of (dare I think it?) H.O.P.E. Actually hope is all that is left when everything else packs up and leaves.
Hope is the last life-preserver before the ship slips beneath view. Hope is the friend I thought I lost that calls from out of the blue with a joke or a jingle. Hope is the knot untied that threatened to remain a tangled mess forever. Hope is help that waits quietly inside where it's always waited ... quiet, unobtrusive, steadfast, loyal. It's the seed of survival waiting to be watered into full bloom.
Hope is FAITH.
Many people "wish". Wishing differs from hope in that wishing indicates lack of probability. Wishing is dreaming.
We wish to win the lottery. We wish the job of our dreams to magically appear via a networking event full of other wishful bores. We wish for the car of our dreams, a mate who is loyal (and gorgeous), tall wonderful children who will support us when they become astronauts or doctors, and that our Oscar speech will be the viral video of show business for decades. We wish. And we rub the genie lamps of our dreams with those wishes.
Hope is different.
While wishes hold fantasy and imagination, hope wagers with reality and possibility. With hope comes conquering strength. Hope gets support from Will and Effort. Hope lifts impossibility. Hope finds a way.
Tears dry up, leaving residue, resolve and resolution along a well-worn path. Hope is a can-do call for action.
Hope means survival and most of all, hope means all of our wishes and dreams can come true.
That is my wish for you.
Hope is Faith and Faith is forever.
Just Another Lori Story
