Sometimes we’re not always sure why we bother to hope against the darkness.
We cannot see ahead as we feel our hands about, walking aimlessly in the pitch black, yet seeking.
It is called blind faith.
Believing in the absence of proof.
This is faith.
I am in short supply of optimism, but faith and hope are always rife in my corner. Because there is still the greatest thing of all, love.
I am here because of love. Love is why we are saved. And we are born to love. Despite sickness, and pain. Despite emptiness, and unrequited love that threatens to shatter our hearts.
One day my love will be returned, and this weary heart will fill. I hope.
If we don’t have faith, hope and love, then what else is there?
Press on my sister, remain steady my brother.
Better days are yet to come. We hope together.
Gentle hugs:) x
