Hope is a gift

As a critical phone call looms ahead and it was now only a matter of minutes before she was going to hear something, the brave woman clings to HOPE.

It’s funny because within the last 12 hours, she’d witnessed themes of hope in several areas of her life. She knows intimately that when there’s synergistic alignment around her, it’s anything but a coincidence.

Hope is like a gift. It wraps itself around the box in your hands, tightly…safely. It beautifully hides whatever lies beneath. Sometimes it’s bright, shiny and sparkly, other times a deep matted hue. Its appearance never matters, only its presence. You sit, holding the gift in your lap. For now, all you see is your HOPE – all else is unknown. What lies inside the box may confirm your darkest fears, or answer your desperate prayers. Or maybe, something in the middle…

As the critical phone call begins, strip by strip, the wrapping is peeled away. She reminds herself to breathe. For better or for worse, what’s inside is out of her control. This isn’t something she can fix or change. Her hope keeps her strong and she never lets go…until the box and all its contents are slowly revealed.

HOPE’s job is complete.

Now it’s time for GRIT.