Thinking about the word Hope this morning for a couple speaking events I have scheduled. Words fascinate me, and I think about them alot. One part of writing I love is finding just the right word. Even speaking in a casual conversation, the right word matters to me. If you look around our house youll see how much I enjoy words - there are books everywhere. I'm noticing this right now because I'm looking for a specific passage from Madeline L'Engel on Holy Innocent's Day and a recipe I made 20 years ago around Mardi Gras time. They are both in books I would never, never have thrown away, so they're here. I just have to find where here is. But, back to particular words.
Hope is a word which has eluded me and caused quiet a bit of pondering for me through the years. A long while ago, I even considered tagging myself, "Writer of Hope" after reading a book by painter Thomas Kinkade where he explains his label "Painter of Light". I have a mental picture of hope from the book "Pilgrim's Progress" - now there's another book I need to find so I can reread that passage. It's also here somewhere.
Before Christmas, our senior minister was asking about my writing when we were at a party. After telling him of my journey, he asked if I'd speak during the sermon he's doing in January on - you guessed it - Hope. Then last night I got the line-up for a women's conference I'll be speaking at in February and my passage focuses on - say it together - Hope.
So what do you consider Hope to be? How would you describe it? What does it mean in your life? Seriously, I'd like to know. And if you've never thought about it before - here's your chance!