I'm pretty sure it is twisted up within me, tangled in tiny knots, becoming a part of my being....It is Hope.
Hope.....Hope has a fine line before it becomes Worry..... which, I am beginning to see... is the destructive relative of Hope. I have spent much of my life with Worry, for myself especially, but also for others, almost to a point of irrationality. For so long, I have chastised the Worry I was with, praying against it, running away from it, trying to ignore the pit it places in my stomach.
Yet, as I reflect on the tangible feeling of hope within me at this moment, I begin to see that to ignore Worry is, in essence, to ignore Hope. Hope is the root of all Worry.
Worry is simply abused Hope.
Hope that we try to control
Hope that we try to force into our own expectations.
Pure Hope is a treasure that is to be given to God, surrendered, but also a precious life-source within us. It should not dictate (as Worry would)- it should only give continually renewing life.
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