You may have walked into rooms where you did not feel welcomed. You may have felt alone in beautiful cities with a thousand people swarming around you. You may have struggled to find comfort in the place you call home. You have wrestled with thoughts of your purpose in this life when everyone around you thought you were moving along just fine. Wherever you have been, I hope you know that hope has met you there. It may not have seemed apparent. It may not have knocked on your door asking you, “what are you waiting for?” as it pulled at you to leave your room and go get sit on some lawn to watch the sunset, but it was running wild within you. It was all wrapped up in that second by second choice you kept making to keep breathing. Even when you felt you had no purpose. Even when you thought your world was sinking.
Even in the moments where you could not quite articulate, “why” you chose to get up every day, you got up anyway. That was hope. That was grace. Even if you carried on hour into hour, wondering how you could possibly make it through the next, there was a moment within each breath, you kept going a little longer, and you kept getting a little stronger, even when you were at your weakest.
This is hope. It does not have our restraints. It goes beyond what we think is possible on our best and worst of days, reminding us bold and radiant Light that shows up in our in-betweens, giving us just enough strength to keep our eyes open, making a daily choice to keep living. – Morgan Harper Nichols