Two thousand and nine was by far not the easiest year for me. But with that said I don't neccessarily look back on it and think that it was a bad year. A year full of changes. Fear. Independance. Stress. Triumph. A bit of loss but a lot of gains too. If I could take only one lesson I learned this past year with me into 2010 and even further into the future it would be this...
The other day my roomate Gavin and his dad were moving my dresser and one of my favorite willow tree angels fell off and broke. Many times over the past year I have looked to that angel as inspiration. A little boy holding what appears to be a balloon that spells out the word hope. If anyone collects willow trees they'll know that each angel represents something and when you give someone an angel you are also giving them the gift of whatever the angel represents. Go figure that after what could have been the most trying year of my life my poor little angel of hope is the one that takes a tumble, his arm breaks and his tenious grip on his balloon of hope is lost. Many times last April and May and even periodically since then I've had moments when I lost my grip on hope. I had days when I could have sworn all was lost and I couldn't get past the hopelessness of it all. But here's the funny thing about hope... for me atleast... there may be times when it seems to run and hide... but hope is no good at that childish game of hide and seek. Hope never stays hidden, it always seems to come and find you. It may be small, barely worth grabbing onto, and it may even take some super glue to keep it within your grasp but it finds you nonetheless. I've learned that if you never give up on hope, hope will never give up on you. Hope may let you take a tumble every once and awhile but hope is always more than willing to let you superglue yourself back to it.
The other day my roomate Gavin and his dad were moving my dresser and one of my favorite willow tree angels fell off and broke. Many times over the past year I have looked to that angel as inspiration. A little boy holding what appears to be a balloon that spells out the word hope. If anyone collects willow trees they'll know that each angel represents something and when you give someone an angel you are also giving them the gift of whatever the angel represents. Go figure that after what could have been the most trying year of my life my poor little angel of hope is the one that takes a tumble, his arm breaks and his tenious grip on his balloon of hope is lost. Many times last April and May and even periodically since then I've had moments when I lost my grip on hope. I had days when I could have sworn all was lost and I couldn't get past the hopelessness of it all. But here's the funny thing about hope... for me atleast... there may be times when it seems to run and hide... but hope is no good at that childish game of hide and seek. Hope never stays hidden, it always seems to come and find you. It may be small, barely worth grabbing onto, and it may even take some super glue to keep it within your grasp but it finds you nonetheless. I've learned that if you never give up on hope, hope will never give up on you. Hope may let you take a tumble every once and awhile but hope is always more than willing to let you superglue yourself back to it.
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girl, after my separation from my husband in April 2009 I got the word "Hope" tattooed on my left wrist to remind me to never lose hope. We seem to have a lot in common these days...
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