Hope is in the Maybe.

July 31, 2014

I don’t exactly know how to do this.  How to introduce myself, via the internet, on a blog.  How to say, “I’m Rachel, and this is my thing.  I blog, and I love Village of Hope.  So I’m doing that now.”  I suppose I just did, though.  

Let’s try this again.  

I’m Rachel.  And I love Village of Hope.  I believe in this place, and what we do here.  So here I am, to hash it all out.  I really hope to be a new voice for this place.  Because I believe in it, and I love it.  Who I really am, and what I actually do, doesn’t matter so much in the grand scheme of things.  But in case you’re curious, I cook at a nursing home.  I love what I do, but I do it to finance the things that I really like to do.  Like working here at the Village, where I can write to my heart’s content.  And work to make this place better.  So I do that now.  

I love this place, because hope really matters here.  It’s not just a cool catchy title or something.  Hope means something around here.  To these people.  To this staff.  And to me.  Hope means something to me.  To us.  

So a while back, I read something that really got to me.  

There I was, sitting on face book.  Doing what most of us do, I think.  Scrolling through my news feed, mindlessly reading about the dietary choices, and little adventures of all my face book friends.  And I came across one of those pintrest things.  

You know the ones.  The cute little pictures that say something sweet by Mother Theresa, or someone awesome like that.  

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And there it was.  And I was mad.  Really, really mad.  

It looks awesome, doesn’t it?  

The fading night’s sky.  

The city lights.  

The cool, contrasting letters, that say the really awesome thing.  

We’ve all seen them.  We’ve all read them.  And on any given day, at just the right moment, maybe we even believed them.  

…But I was mad.  

I was mad, because it isn’t true.  

I was mad, because I think it’s a load of junk.  And I don’t buy it.  No, my cheesy pintrest addicts, I don’t buy it.  

Hope totally knows fear.  Hope knows just how ugly, and bad, and paralyzing fear can be.  But hope gets up.  Hope stands up, and refuses to be a victim.  Hope stares fear in the face and says, “Maybe…”.

Maybe it won’t be this way forever.
To the childless woman hope says, “Maybe I will get to be a mom.”
To the victim, hope says, “Maybe someday someone won’t hurt me the way he hurt me.”
To the jaded, hope says, “Maybe it won’t always go that way.”

To any person who has ever felt stuck hope says, “Maybe I can change.”  

And the truth is, I think that’s all of us.  

Maybe.

Hope is all wrapped up in the maybe.

It does not allow fear to paralyze  Instead, hope says, “I can conquer.  I will conquer.  I am a conqueror.”

Hope knows fear.  All too well, I think.  But hope refuses to let fear get in the way.  And I think that’s the point. Hope stands up, and stares fear in the face, and says, “Get out of my way.”

And it’s a battle.  The whole thing.  It’s one big fight.  Every day.  

We may come out of it a little banged up.  We might.  We might come out on the other side a little battered. And bruised.  And a little bit broken. 

But mostly okay.
And mostly on the mend.

Because we have hope.  

At Village of Hope, we’re about rehabilitating people from homelessness.  Giving hope.  Helping people to stand up, and face their lives.  And face their fear.  And change.  Really, really change.  

And we believe it’s possible.  

Hope takes us by the hand, and says, “Let’s try this again.”

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