Through it All

Through life we go about searching for happiness, finding it in so many things. Along the journey we find many other aspects many would care to leave aside, fear, pain, sadness, and regret. Through it all, there is something we can never find, because it remains ours from birth to death and even further still should we share enough, this is hope.

For the crying babe in his craddle, he knows not what to fear or to rejoice in yet he cries to find purpose and meaning for that which he does. A lonely man may obtain great wealth yet remain in regret for that which he has devoted to and that which he has only dreamt of posssessing. The widow with a family and home still may feel the fear of uncertainty of life, of success, of that which is to come as she faces it alone. Even more so the pastor even after decades of preaching of love and forgiveness may find the depths of saddness and doubt as he struggles to rationalize that which he could only watch and not prevent as he displayed trust and love. Through it all, in these individual lives and tributes, there remains whether instilled or left on the shelf a undefinable truth and strength that lies within, hope.

Go through with it take a chance in life, what you lay your result in is hope. Chase the waves of the ocean across seven seas, abound the sights atop the mounts that have established death and life from their very peaks, cross the hell of deserts, and even still you will find beauty along the great plains of land and sky; that which you carry is found no further that your very mind and the depths of your heart. Find success in wealth, whether money or relationships, whether growing or implenting growth in others. Feel the despair of agony and regret, the pain of loss and defeat, what should keep you here after such experiences, nothing, les you have hope.

Face the bountiful world, find the meaning of life in a word, hold true to the possibilities, and even more I say you will grow hopeful and free within it. From hope we grow careless, we draggle on as kids in the woods, feeding creativity, imagination, desire, and as I should describe a sense of truth. Within ourselves strength and ability has been given, an understanding of things that we cannot control and still we remain, not because we should ever gain control, we see mother earth still defies all humanity can condure, but rather being hopeful, we relish the ability to find, to seek, to experience a new life, not even every day, but with each passing second, in all our experience hope persues the life that we may not otherwise have lived.

So I wish to remind you; through it all we will always have hope.