Every day, all around the planet, people hear news. Some of it brings a smile as it fills them with joy and some of it scares them to their core and leaves a pit in their gut. We’ve all experienced these reactions, it is a common thread among us.
The journey of this life experience is then filled with feelings of hope or hopelessness. I have a constant prayer, a wish, a desire, a craving for hope–it is what gives life its potential. Do you find yourself being on one side of the issue here more than the other? Do you know why?
I know that my life has been completely about hope–and in every direction. I hope, I have faith, and then I plan. I make lists, I draw out my schedule, I have a dream board, a vision mapped, and blueprints. Every one of them is a tool that helps me shape my thoughts, direct my attentions, and put action into place. I know my mind and my behaviors must be aligned is the hopes are to be realized.
On the day of a wedding, there is great hope and festivity. Many plans are about to launch.
On the day that a baby comes into our world, there is pure joy, concern, and many plans are put into place.
Both events are about uncharted waters and the possibilities are wide open as we are filled with hope. Positive outcomes unfold.
Over the past few months, my life seems to be witness to people who have a terrible challenge–they want to be keeping hold of hope but they have a medical diagnosis and prognosis that weigh heavy upon their ability to maintain a faith, a belief in miracles. The shadow of death looms over, no matter what they try. The doctors share news of treatments and outcomes. Families and friends feel anxious and concerned. Everyone secretly looks for a miracle.
We pray, we hope, we ask, we demand. The love of life and of our health is so strong that we would make just about any deal in order to preserve it for our own or for a loved one. I have done my share of making deals.
I know that life transitions. We come to the end of this one and then something else takes place. Rounding the unknown bend is frightening. I also know that each one of us will go there and we never know when.
The blessing and the curse of a diagnosis is that it makes everything seem so sure, defined, known. It is not known. Miracles do indeed happen — I have had my share and so have you. I had a major league miracle when I was all but 23 years old and told I would had an incurable disease that would surely kill me. Frightened, also defiant, I looked for my own miracles and found them in the treatments I chose, the family I embraced, the friends who were true, and the faith I sustained. I have been cured for a very long time.
The next event will come, I have no idea when. I do, however, know that I will always look for a miracle. I will look for the miracle cure until I am weary and then I will look for the miracle of the end of this life and the miracle of what happens next.
What are you looking for?
I want for you to be clear and safe and calm about whatever it is that is taking place in your life. The following link will take you to a video that might just be helpful.
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