Whenever I hear the word hope spoken, I think of the word faith. One who has hope has the power to believe. The definition of hope is a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. Hope is a positive way of thinking. The opposite is hopeless. Choose to have hope and it will make all the difference. Hoping for something to happen is similar to saying a prayer or setting an intention. We hope for the best and prepare for the worst.
I try to stay hopeful every day of my life and give hope to others.
Do you ever find yourself saying, “I hope he gets the job, or “let’s hope this works out,” or “I hope you feel better.” We are really hopeful people and mean what we say. Hope is a powerful word that could help us all in these dire times. Don’t be afraid to hope for a peaceful world and for a cure for all illnesses out there.
When someone is going through a tough time in their life I believe hope can be helpful. To hope that the pain will ease in time. The ability to have hope is a gift. Going through a loss of a spouse, parent, child, friend or neighbor can be very difficult, but if you have faith, you will feel hopeful that life will get better. You will move on and learn to live life to its fullest potential.
I believe we are on the greatest journey in life and now is the time to be present with what is. We never know when this part of the journey is over and I am not sure what comes next but I am hopeful that there is life after death.
I stay on the path because I am full of hope and believe in a source much higher than myself. I cannot imagine not having hope. Hope gives us peace and serenity.
I hope whoever is reading this finds peace in their heart and knows that there is always hope. Always!
Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Be strong and resilient. Never let the ghost of darkness get into you. Have hope; it will lead you to faith.
I hope you are happy, healthy, peaceful, safe and at ease. Breathing in, I am here, breathing out, I am aware.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.”
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