Hope is breaking.
My Hope bracelet, to be specific. After four months of daily wear, the leather cracks and stretches and begs for mercy. But I won't take it off. It will stay on until it falls off. Until Hope reaches its limit and I must find a new way to carry the symbol with me.
The parallels did not escape me. I noticed a particularly worrisome crack in the bracelet the same day I sobbed over reading a friend's pregnancy announcement on Facebook. I had reached my capacity when it came to rejoicing for others...
When Lore Ferguson emailed me last month asking if I'd guest post for her, I said "of course!" right away. She asked if I'd write about hope, my One Word for this year. As you'll see once you read my contribution, I was going through a particularly difficult time then. And yet. And yet. Still Hope called out to me. I'm glad I could commemorate the lesson learned over at Lore's blog today. Join me there? Be sure to peruse Lore's words- her blog is a favorite of mine.
