Hope. It’s hard to hold onto at times. I’ve always said that hope floats but I don’t like to think about the times when it seems to have floated out of reach, like a balloon that you accidentally let go of and it’s just out of jumping range to grab a hold of again and you have no choice but to let it float away. And then you stand in place, like it’s impossible to move and stare up at the balloon with admiration with the reality that the balloon is drifting off and soon, it will be out of sight.
I remember as a child when the ballon would accidentally slide off my finger or wrist and I would get upset that I didn’t also hold onto the string with my hand. I’d think, next time I will remember to hold extra tight with an extra strong grip and wrap the string around my hand so that the balloon wouldn’t accidentally slide off my finger or wrist. Today, I realize that I do this with the many things in life that I admire greatly. I hold on tightly and wrap whatever it is around my hand with great determination to never allow the wind to carry it away.
But I am not in control and some winds are too strong and my grip is too weak and some things, well, they slip from my hands and float through the air too high for me to jump us and rescue. And I stand still and look up in admiration for all that was and I realize that what I thought was within my grip, that I was holding tight to, was never really in my grip in the first place and I let go. I let go of what was and what I thought was to be. And I stand still, waiting for hope to float back in my direction because only things and people float away from you, but hope, hope always floats towards you.
“Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23 NKJV
~Spiritual Grinder Girl~