I was playing the card game War with my two sons. The boys were about to square off over a pair of Jacks. They laid down their three primer cards and got ready to lower the boom. In a somewhat synchronized fashion (after all, no one wants to go “first”) they said, “I De-Clare ….” And as my oldest son shouted “War!” his younger brother said “Hope!” Guess what? My youngest son won. In fact, he did that the entire game. And won. Every. Single. Time. He declared hope and won.
I have taken an extensive break from blogging, introspective writing, and for a while there, a break from living life. I mean, really living. Loss and trauma left me an empty shell, devoid of the desire to think … to feel … to laugh … and to really live.
But something happened. Time passed – and while not a cure, it allowed for healing, and for growth. It allowed for rebuilding, both inside and out. I got stronger. I got wiser. I got better. And then I made the decision – I want to REALLY live.
And that’s when I declared HOPE. I have hope for a future filled with possibilities. I have hope that even if I don’t always feel like laughing or smiling, the sun will shine and things will get better. I have hope that I can accomplish all God has placed in my heart to do, even if it’s only one step at a time. And I have hope in a God Who loves me; Jesus, Who guides me, and family and friends who embrace me.
It’s time to focus and get back on my mission. Powerful lesson from an 8-year-old.
I De-Clare HOPE!