Every day we get to choose whether to give
the microphone to hope or fear.
The choice we make is the life we’ll lead.
Bob Goff
Someone recently shared this quote with me, and I couldn’t agree more. The words ring true in my head and my heart and in my experience.
However.
Especially now, there are days when I am in need of the tiniest of victories, and choosing to listen to the voice of hope in the morning is no guarantee that it will stay with me for the day. Fear can ambush me at any moment, and when it does, I have to choose to pry the microphone out of fear’s ferocious grip, and place it firmly back in the hands of hope. And then do it again. Hope is a practice.
Hope isn’t seeing the silver lining in a pit of despair. It is mining for the gold that is found buried deep in the heart of struggle.
Hope isn’t looking at the bright side of dark realities. It is choosing to be a light in dark times.
Hope isn’t passive. As I was reminded by someone recently, it requires something of us. It calls on us not to just choose it, but to work for it. Not to just wait for it, but to watch for it. To pursue it by pushing toward something better.
Like I said. Hope is a practice.
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