Perhaps it is in the minute structure of a thing, where we find our sustenance.

Have you ever ventured into the unknown just to find yourself overboard, wrecked, and probably abandoned?

Most likely you’ve been there along with most; one thing that is intimidating is getting up and continuing or approaching a similar circumstance again.

Walking, sliding, and dancing into our next season isn’t always the case. A lot of times I can find that I start walking, find myself dancing and that quickly turns into me backing up, like going way back. It’s as simple as this doesn’t look quite like I thought it would or what if I get hurt again or I am not as equipped to do this as I thought… Wherever you find yourself, there is reason being for your atmospheric pressures.

So what’s the deal? Like what is the unanimous purpose in this?

Maybe growth? Maybe a breaking away of fear? Maybe destiny?

I don’t have all the answers for that one. Typically I believe that our outcomes help us become better people if we let them anyways. I do know that there is one thing that can bring us to the other side despite our current dispositions.

Hope. An anchor. Security. Enlightened thinking. Our outspoken thoughts. Keeper in affliction. Shameless. Unseen to the outsider. Light of day.

The undiscovered has met its match when hope is in the heart, presently, pressed down, purposed, and painstakingly a part of you.

If hope has been something confusing, shifty, or too weighty for you, what will come of the next time uncertainty appears? Hope is that spark and settled knowledge of goodness that carries us in these times. It monitors our space and brings us back to peace when questions won’t cease and worry won’t disappear.

There is a space to have life without hope. It’s not the best and it will stir an unsettling that we will curse and fight and meander through. However, hope is just the compliance of fear and the willingness of faith walking in a direction. Sure, we can’t know the outcome in its defined filter, but through the lens of hope we have the heart to pursue what is next of us.

Hope is worth holding onto; it is the button that secures the coat of our desire to live.