hōpe, n. 1. a small haven

I’m still slowly moving into the current of hope.  Trusting my heart again to the one who gives us this gift.

And hope truly is a gift.

I received a gift of #secretmessages from a beloved friend this week.  Inspirational words and phrases.  Among the messages was a page from a dictionary full of definitions of the word hope.

My heart soared as I read the words.  Finding breathing space in the small print and yellowing paper.

One of the definitions is an inlet, a small haven.

I paused when I read these words.

A small haven.

All I could think of is that hope is a place of rest.  A respite.  A safe place.

I’ll be the first to testify that hope doesn’t always or rarely feels like a safe place.  Hope often feels like an unstable place.  A place of uncertainty.

But as I mentioned above, hope is a gift from God.  He has made a way that we can hope.  That we can dream.  We don’t have to live our lives in despair for what is to come.

He has created it to be a haven for us to come into.

I’m choosing to look at hope in this way.  As a place of refuge.  A place that I can dream and wish and have an expectation for my future.