HOPE – vb. – to desire or long for with expectation of fulfillment. Trust, reliance, faith.
I have found myself using the word ‘hope’ a great deal lately. I have a sneaking suspicion that I use it a great deal in general, but have only recently noticed it. That’s okay. It is a wonderful word. It is an optimistic word. I HOPE!
One might think that ‘wish’ would be a synonym, but I don’t think so. My old dictionary uses a number of the same words to define it, but not exactly. WISH – vb. – [3rd definition] to request by expressing a desire. Crave, hanker. Maybe it’s a matter of semantics, but to me, wishing for something is expressing a desire and waiting someone else to provide. Sometimes wishes come true. Most of the time, they don’t.
Hope is caught up in a circle with faith and love – Anyone who has been to a Christian wedding has probably heard 1 Corinthians 13. The last verse of the chapter, which mostly talks about love, says this: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. My Bible has notes at the bottoms of the pages that always offer insight into verses, and I love what it has to say about this last verse.
… Faith is the foundation and content of God’s message; hope is the attitude and focus; love is the action.
Hope is the attitude and focus – and it is followed naturally by action. (I may or may not use love as my L word, but it is important to note that love is an action – a verb, not an emotion. But that’s a post for another day)
When I hope (and maybe it’s just me, but I sincerely doubt it) I also apply action! I hope, and I do. I hope that I am a good wife and mother, and to that end, I do whatever I can for my family to love them, support them, and help them. I hope to be the best musician I can be, therefore I do – I practice and study and practice some more. And when what I hope for is beyond my control, I pray. Hope, followed by action.
When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”
You know, I wrote this whole thing, and I don’t want to waste it, so I will publish anyway, but I feel very strongly urged to publicly post an essay I wrote last month that was previously private, and then quietly made public after it would be further down in the archives. It is also about hope, and is unabashedly Christian – expressing a very deeply held belief as best I could at the time. I am shy about my faith, but I think it is time I took my own advice and did something Daring. I’ll take the sheer terror I feel as a good sign. Here’s the link to A Great Hope, from April 15th.