The Thrill of Hope When Your World Isn't Necessarily "Rejoicing"
On the ledge of my huge desk at my office sits 2 recent editions of one of my favorite magazines to draw inspiration from & read: The Magnolia Journal.
The Winter edition has in big, gorgeous white lettering the words, “The Thrill of Hope.”
And while that article focuses on living in hopeful expectation, which was a beautiful interpretation of the phrase, the song itself refers to “rejoicing in a weary world”.
In all honesty, I think most people actually fall between these two realms at this time of year.
Not relishing enthusiastically in hopeful expectation, but also not weary over the state of OUR worlds.
This message is for those of us who find ourselves somewhere in between.
If that’s NOT you, this article probably isn’t for you.
But it dawned on me to write this for those who, like me, had a great loss this year. My Mother died way too soon at the age of 55.
Or for those who just seem to always feel like they don’t have as many family & friends as they’d like around them to celebrate the holidays.
Or the ones who just feel blah about all the merry, merry cheer. You may feel alone or like the little boy in Home Alone who peeks out at Kevin from his hospital room window in one of the saddest scenes in the movie, designed to make us grateful.
I want to encourage you that when your weary world isn’t necessarily rejoicing, joy IS still available. And there’s still a thrill of hope; even if it’s just a window.
Through losing my Mom this year and having to do my first ever holidays without her, I’m learning this means just what it says - that there’s some thrill in every piece of hope I can find, and it’s a blessing. While I can’t list what all of those hopes are, some of them I can share include:
Hope that I will somehow learn how to laugh at memories I had with her more often than I cry or am sad from them.
Hope that I can forgive myself for some of the times my Mom & I had a horrible relationship. Most people don’t know that we certainly DID have our challenges - especially in the last few years before she died. I’m trying not to dwell on those times as much. We were two pretty different people who had VERY different childhoods, which contributed greatly to our differences. I always knew that was the root, but it didn’t make it any easier.
Hope that the holidays still have the capacity to bring family & friends together I DO love & like being around (that list has certainly dwindled over the years).
Hope that we all continue to look for all the ways we are more alike than different & recognize how much we really do need each other.
Hope for peace & grounded living.
I know you can find a thrill of hope. A shred of faith. A peek of peace. Grounding.
My prayer for you this holiday is that whatever ever so slightly weary world you’ve had or have, it would still find a way to rejoice. As paradoxical as it seems, a weary world really can do so.