Someone just told me (indirectly) that I have no hope because I don't have God in my life.
Let me tell all of you something...
2009 and 2010 and parts of 2011 have been the hardest years of my life. I lost my Mom, I suffered a devastating and frightening illness, my husband lost his job TWICE and my youngest son was diagnosed with Asperger's.
But I did not lose hope.
Did I sometimes feel hopeless? Yes. But not enough to give in to despair.
Well first, because I have a wonderful husband and a loving family and so much life ahead of me and those I love. But also because there are so many reasons right here before us to hope.
I have hope each time I hear a new born baby cry.
I have hope each time I see a perfect sunset. Hear the ocean waves. See a bird soaring high above my head.
I have hope each time I witness a random act of kindness. Or see someone fight for someone else even though they benefit not at all from the outcome.
I have hope when I see the amazing beauty that man is capable of creating; art, achitecture, poetry, music and dance. Such things do not come from a doomed and hopeless race.
I don't need God for hope when I have so many real, tangible things to make me hopeful.