Walking through today, and yesterday, and the days before, I’ve been asking this question: what and where is my hope?
Is it hope for?
Hope that something external will happen. That circumstances will change. Or someone, somewhere, will take action that makes a difference.
Or is it hope in?
That hope looks in a different direction. It looks inwards. With rather than to. And it feels much more vulnerable and exposed, requiring more of me.
I think it makes a difference where we expect hope to be cultivated and enacted.
Where is your hope?