Hope. It’s what drives me to keep doing things that I don’t enjoy. The hope that one day it will be better, be over, be finished, be [insert word here]. Hope is what helps me on a Monday morning after what seems like dozens of volunteers didn’t show up for a Sunday morning. Hope is what encourages me when I think of all that could be done, but see how much further there is yet to go. Hope carries me through when I remember how totally unequipped I am for what my own dreams are. Hope is Monday Morning.
This new day, that starts a new week, that starts a new year is dripping with Hope. This day is completely saturated in Hope, and nothing can hold it back. No matter the circumstances or situations you find yourself in…today is a hopeful day.