Hope is active, like faith. It is substantive: a force steeped in expectancy.
You don't sit in your rocker hoping for hope. You dig your knuckles into it. You soar to find it. With determination, you persevere in securing it. The longer you persist the stronger and more courageous you become.
Hope is the place upon which the visible realm hinges. Hope is an expectation. The more you have the more you get. The increased manifestation deepens your confidence.
Hope is not obscure, it is concrete. Hope is simple. It lays bare - waiting your discovery.
Hope encounters things you can touch and feel. Hope is void of mistrust. Hope exempts us from despair and anchors us.
Hope is not built on daydreams and empty promises. Hope is built on the reassuring atmosphere of love.
© Silent Mornings