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Three Things About One Word: Hope

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September is half over, but there’s still time to participate in Compassion’s Blog Month. Better late than never, right? Especially when the goal is to release an additional 3,160 children from poverty. That’s why I’ve chosen to write three things about this one word: hope.

Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” True words, aren’t they? In the two years that I couldn’t conceive or carry a healthy baby to term, my heart was often sick. The minute that our first daughter G was born, however, I knew the meaning of the second half of this verse.

The sweetest moment for a mom

A longing fulfilled

The children’s author E.B. White once notably wrote in a letter that “Hope is the one thing that is left to us, in a bad time.” Bad times are all around us. Yesterday an angry man senselessly killed 12 civilians aboard the Navy Yard in Washington, D.C. It is an understatement to call yesterday’s violence “a bad time,” and yet we continue to hope for an end to the long line of violent tragedies that have beset our country in recent years.

Joseline #1 is 11 years old.

Joselinne #1 is 11 years old.

And hope is what sustains the families of these two young girls–interestingly enough who both share the name Joselinne–who have enrolled them in two of Compassion’s Child Development Centers in local Rwandan churches. The parents and grandmother of these two Joselinnes hope that their girls will receive the educational, nutritional, health, and spiritual instruction to live productive adult lives free of the grasps of HIV and poverty.

Joselyne #2 is 8 years old.

Joselyne #2 is 8 years old.

What about you? For what do you hope? Is your heart sick with longing, or have you found a tree of life?

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2 thoughts on “Three Things About One Word: Hope

  1. Emily Dickinson wrote:
    “Hope” is the thing with feathers –
    That perches in the soul –
    And sings the tune without the words –
    And never stops – at all –

    And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
    And sore must be the storm –
    That could abash the little Bird
    That kept so many warm –

    I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
    And on the strangest Sea –
    Yet – never – in Extremity,
    It asked a crumb – of me.

    I would say that you and your brood are keeping us all warm. Much love to all.

    • Thank you, dearest father-in-law, for the poem and the compliment. Here are a few lines from Alexander Pope to match your Emily Dickinson:

      Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
      Man never is, but always to be blessed:
      The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
      Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

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