Are your hopes UP? Or are they DOWN?
The nice thing about hope is that it is elastic enough to spring UP when it has been in a deflated state.
If you are like one of those inflatable Christmas ornaments that sits in a puddle on the front lawn during daylight hours…it’s comforting to know they don’t stay there.
Here’s a little funny: I didn’t realize that those puffy Santa’s and snowmen intentionally deflate during the day. For years I decried the horrible Grinches that slashed them, ruining peoples’ decorations and rendering them flat.
Then I discovered it was just how those decorations roll.
So it is with life. You might feel like a puddle on the ground, but mark my words, you’ll only stay there if you commit to the fallen state.
A good word, a card in the mail, a compliment from a stranger…next thing you know, your vibe is high again. Or, for the savvy CEO of their own love tank, you talk nice to yourself. You give a stranger a compliment. You bake a loaf of bread and welcome your new neighbor to town.
Voila! Your love/hope/faith tank is full again. You’re doing the Snoopy happy dance again.
What is the quality of your hope? Is it an “oh me oh my” Eeyore kind? Or is it a Tigger-ish “yippee it’s on the way!” kind?
Both are in a waiting mode. One is just much happier waiting.
All of my single years (two whole #$%@in’ decades) were spent in Eeyore mode. Instead of enjoying the freedom of being un-beholden, I focused on “What was WRONG with me????” Too many woe is me holidays were spent feeling “less than” because I was unattached. I didn’t enjoy the love of those that WERE around me because the love I WANTED hadn’t yet arrived.
The older you get, though, you realize that life is too short to waste on sad yearnings.
You get busy loving the ones you’re with…and that gratitude spills over and next thing you know promises keep popping up fulfilled without a single tear shed!
For the hope-filled (who are the faith-filled), life is a profusion of blooms.
That’s why I say, “Get your hopes UP!” Expect something wonderful to happen.
Here’s a bit more on that topic, and a new WOW that is the peanut butter to FAITH’s jelly:
Let’s all be rubber bands this week, shall we?
If you are traveling, be safe. Sing carols at the top of your lungs instead of screaming at the traffic.
Enjoy the journey.
You may not be there YET —- but you ARE on your way.