What I have learned in the past week is that hope is the only thing stronger than fear. I grasp at it like it is the very breath I breathe. I seek it like it is the nourishment I need to live. I wish for it like water when there is a drought. Hope is not me fantasizing that troubles exist; it is in anticipation that they will not last forever. Hope is that the suffering will be restored and circumstances will be conquered. Hope is the light leading out of the darkness and the sunshine at the end.
I have found that by keeping just a glimmer of hope alive can help restore faith, and we all know that faith can move mountains. My mother, my sister, and I are embracing hope like it is a long lost love come home. We lean on each other but pursue hope to keep us within the distance of miracles that we know happen every day. We depend upon that hope. Every positive encouragement offered by the doctors, every infinitesimal trend in the right direction, every microscopic percentage point; they all feed our hope.
I am not sure of what is to happen in the days ahead, but it is my most fervent HOPE that God hears our prayers and that my precious Daddy is healed. Many Bible verses offer hope, but my favorite is Isiah 41:10. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” God knows that we are fearful, but as we look to Him, He offers hope in return.
If you are the sort that prays, please keep my Dad, Mitchell Gunn, in your thoughts and prayers. He needs every one of them.