She was born on a Tuesday during Primary season of the presidential election. Once settled into my room, I remember the TV being on and the news was all about secured presidential nominations. The following morning, I scrolled through my Facebook feed and there was a great deal of incredulity. Despair and hopelessness even. I quickly turned away from it and struggled to get out of the bed, to begin my c-section recovery. I had a precious little baby, Hope, to take care of after all. I couldn't get swept up in the emotions of the what is going on in our nation, in the upcoming election.
And since Hope's birth, there have been many crazy, hard to believe, tragic events. And during that time, my main focus has been on this precious life, on Hope. It has been amazing how focused I have been on Hope and my job as her mother.
I need to nurse Hope.
Help Hope grow.
I need to hold on to Hope.
As I heard the news about the tragedy in Orlando, I was nursing Hope.
When I prayed for all those affected by the tragedy in Dallas, I rocked Hope to sleep.
And as I watched the reports of the tragedy in Nice, France, I was holding on to Hope, cradling her in my arms. She began to coo. Hope was seeking my attention. I looked at her, she smiled at me.
Hope smiled as she so often does. She is such a sweet, happy baby. And in that moment, I knew what God was teaching me, having a child named Hope.
Hope is a world changer.
(Hope (upper-case H, Hope) has already changed ours and I frequently call her a world changer)
My focus needs to be hope. There is much evil, but my focus as a Christian HAS to be hope.
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." John 16:33
It is my responsibility to hold on to hope, to nurture it, to make it grow in this world. It is so, so easy to fall into despair, hopelessness. This world is full of hate and evil. Incomprehensible hate, brokenness and hurt. Yet, there is Hope. Hope is embodied in our home and the only way it will be embodied in our world, is if we nurture it, allow it to grow and hold tightly to it.
Over the last 11 weeks, Pete and I have often talked about how amazing it is to have a baby named Hope. How it changes us, in a way we never thought it would. Each day, Hope cries, pleads for our attention. There are times, when I am knee deep in parenting toddlers who have come from great loss and brokenness, weariness starts to creep in; and then Hope cries out. And I am snapped out of it. Hope needs me and in that moment I am reminded that there is always hope. Hope that needs to be nurtured and grow.
I am so thankful for Hope and hope that Christ gave so freely. I pray that I can help hope to grow in this world.
I need to be the instrument of hope in this world. Because if I do not let it grow, who will?