morning light filtering through colour

We are all afraid. We constantly question our actions, our motives, our aspirations. It is our nature........we are born with an imagination which intimidates us into a shuddering mess of contradictions. Panic can scrape away our confidence OR it can motivate our hearts and minds to push through it. What matters is how we interpret our trepidations.

When we are face to face with our trembling shadows, we need to seek hope by engaging in action.......hopeful action......the kind of movement which will lead us to a commitment of stretching ourselves towards reassurance. It is the idea of hope, the perception that our hope is alive and well and living around the corner that will save us.

Reach forward........stretch as much as you can.........your fingertips will touch the warm heat of hope. If you can hold out , you will surely feel a sense that you are not alone. Hope transforms itself into love and belonging. Hope is where faith dwells. Hope is the language of our spirit.