The Gift of Experience: Hope Prevails

My HOPE Has Not Failed Me

My hope has not failed me. I've held on to it for dear life this entire year. I have endured trial after trial, and my faith and hope have remained intact. Don't get me wrong, I HAVE broken down in tears a couple of times because of the pressure. But I have not allowed my pity party, party of one, to last more than a few moments. When I came against adversity, I recited the promises of God, out loud, over and again until I felt stronger and was able to move on to the next thing. And there have been many, many things, from the teenagers in my building turning off my power 14 times to the car breaking down 6 times, to the people in my life betraying me, to the medication mix-ups, to the sheer fact that I am without a home right now until the first of the month, and even more. But I still have hope. As my intro to this blog states, HOPE is the reasonable expectation that something good is going to happen. I was approved for the apartment I wanted. There are two weeks before I can move in, but it is a nice community and I am HOPEFUL that I will be more comfortable there than at my last place. God said He would never leave nor forsake me, as long as I have faith. And I do have faith. I will not let Satan win.