I’ve been thinking about hope lately. How it sustains us, where we find it, how we share it with others.
“Love after loss has given me hope.”
There is hope in watching the snow slowly recede from the landscape, knowing that spring is on its way. There is hope in seeing a city street renamed to honor an unsung hero whose recognition was long overdue. There is hope in reading reports of profound kindness and generosity coming out of a war zone in Ukraine.
Many of the most moving stories I have heard from the stories in A Peace of My Mind are stories of hope. I am spellbound by stories of people who have found to cultivate hope…choose hope…or hold onto hope…in the midst of hopeless situations.
In so many ways, hope is a choice. It is a verb. It is an intentional practice.
Earlier this month we spent time with two schools in Wisconsin. Northwood Tech, at both their New Richmond and Rice Lake campuses. We asked the question, “What gives you hope?”
You can see their responses below. Take a look, and then accept a little assignment, if you will. Answer the question for yourself, in the comments below. And then think about how you can share a little hope with others this week.
