Hope Soars

Hope Soars

Hope is a function of struggle.  If we want our children

to develop high levels of hopefulness, we have to let them

struggle. Hope is learned. – Brené Brown

Our first grandchild was born more than two decades ago.  Not only was I privileged to witness the miracle of new life that day, but also to begin a journey of childlike awareness, finding joy in the present.

Trips to the park were always adventures for us. The bounce in Brianna’s step literally became the bounce in mine, and her curious look at the world caused me to view my surroundings with new eyes. Twirling in circles on the park grass made both of us throw back our heads and laugh at the blue, cloudless sky.

A new discovery was about to be made on one particular day as a seagull flew overhead and Brianna stopped to watch.  After just a few seconds, she raised her little 1-year old arms and flapped furiously. 

Since that day I’ve often reflected on this memory, trying to decipher the lesson God was and is teaching me.  Brianna, with her arms in motion, wanted to get her feet to lift off the earth and soar.  Isn’t this my desire as well?  To be less attached to this earth so I can soar with hope?  To regain a vitality of living that honors my Creator God?

Brianna’s unsuccessful efforts to fly didn’t defeat or even discourage her.  In fact, she giggled all the more as she flapped away.  Maybe I need to do the same.

© 2014 Lana Gray