Hope, Love and Prayer

Hope

My hope lives in my childrens eyes. It is given life by the smiles and giggles that surround my day. My hope lives within me, all around me. I find hope in the rain storms, in the waves at the beach, in the text messages from friends at just the right time. My hope lives on when nothing else seems to. It is a constant. A forever. My hope keeps my dreams alive.

Love

I used to think I could never have enough love to give to more than one child. And then I had a second child. It seems that with the more children you have, the more your love grows, and the more of it you have to give. Love multiplies with use, much like smiles are contagious. My life, and my children, and my work are all loves of my life. My love continues to grow as time and life go on.

Prayer

Prayer is such a gift. A direct connection to God. Prayer surrounds my day. Prayer is trusting God, and placing my life in His hands. It's admitting that it's bigger than me. That I don't know what to do, nor how to do it. It's letting Him take the problem or issue or challenge out of my hands and into His own. It's admission. It's submission. It's my secret weapon, tucked gently in my back pocket. There to help when faced with an overwhelming world of darkness, sadness, and hoplessness so thick it threatens to destroy the hope in my world like a black hole.