And as I sit at my desk now, my thoughts accompanied by no one but Norah Jones crooning in the background and a mug of hot tea beside my typing hands. My room illuminated by nothing but a vanilla scented candle, a small Tiffany lamp in the corner, and my computer screen...my heart is full of one thing: hope.
I think of the moon and it's boldness. The moon doesn't care what everyone else is doing. (okay, I know, I know - the moon isn't a living thing - just go with me here :) It doesn't care what anyone says. It just rises, faithfully and regularly - peeking it's bright head up and over a dark skyline. The moon doesn't care if it's alone. In fact, aside from the tiny stars one can see from earth at night - the moon stands almost completely alone. Yet it shines, bravely and brightly - in utter and complete darkness. When the shining sun goes down and the moon takes over it's night shift, it doesn't question it's job. The moon doesn't agonize over being alone - it isn't afraid of failing, it simply shines - brightly and lovingly, even though the night sky around it is blackness. The moon shines because God made it to. "God said, 'let there be light' and there was light." -Genesis 1:3. As I looked at the moon tonight from my window, it inspired me.
I want that kind of confidence, that kind of trust. The purpose that says, "I am doing what God made me to do and I don't care what anyone says or thinks. I don't care if I'm alone. I'm gonna shine." My dear reader, what is your hope? Who is your hope in? I understand how hopeless life can feel. I know just how dark the night can be. But there is hope. I remember an old lyric by Celine Dion, I think, that says, "Though hope is frail, it can't be killed." Jesus is the hope. This truth isn't popular and some people don't want to hear it. But I must share it's truth because it is the only reason I can walk through life in joy - He is the only reason I have hope and how could I sleep at night if I didn't share my only hope with those I love? (and if you want to know more about this hope, please email me)
Friend, keep your hope. My sweet grandma (the amazing seamstress) made these little door hangers this week and gave me one -
I hung it on my doorknob and it instantly reminded me of a scripture I love -
Like the amazing Olympians, I want to have faith, hope and confidence: to sacrifice no matter the cost, to do crazy incredible things, to work hard and push myself, and to hope - to hope for that little yet beautiful chance for something great. Yes, it may not work out. They may board the plane home from London with empty hands, no medal and a disappointed heart. But they don't listen to those doubts. They just work harder and hope. Because, though it may not work out..... but oh, what if it does?
My prayer tonight, for you and for me - is a rather random one. It's that we may have the faith of the Olympians and the boldness of the moon. To run fast and hard toward our dreams and goals, even if they seem almost impossible. To believe for miracles. And to shine. Oh, to shine. To shine brightly and boldly - regardless of those who say we can't, even though the world around us is full of darkness.