Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all.
This card adorns our refrigerator, for me to see and reaffirm every day, to reaffirm the hope that finds a welcome perch in my soul...because I have seen hope validated so many times in my life, so many times when Depression engulfed me in its dark, destructive tidal wave.
I no longer am a hostage to depression, and am so happy to be free from its prison....no longer waking up every day to push up that boulder through the hours of my life, only to have to push it up all over again the next day.
The story of that journey may be material for other blogs. It matters more that Hope sings its sweet song in me now. I've seen hope "in action", the sweet love I share with my family and friends...in the glory of my grandchildren's giggles...the hugs of my best girl buddies....the joy of a freshly brewed cup of coffee...that first birdsong at 430am from that cheerful Early Bird....the rest after a peaceful day.
HOPE barely describes the feeling as I look at these three sweet faces, my grand babies...
JAKE
ROSIE
BELLA
HOPE---a mere slip of a word to describe what vibrates within me as I see their beautiful faces.
Who cannot believe in Hope when "I love you" ends my day with my daughter, as we wish each other a sweet night's sleep? We are roommates now for over a year, supporting each other in our needs, filling in the gaps....she supports my physical needs after yet another joint replacement surgery as I combat my physical foe arthritis.
I can support her emotional needs as she bravely faces her deluge of anxiety and depression. We laugh together, we cry together, we revel in the mischievous antics of our third roommate, our kitty Mathilda.
It's a loving partnership I could never have envisioned years ago--see what HOPE has rendered!
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