I am a creature of hope. But even hope gets frustrated. We love whom we love even when we see the writing on the wall. “Impending train wreck. Brace for impact.” Yet still, we hope and pray that they will change course. Hope that something somewhere will change their ways. Maybe we, I, didn’t pray hard enough.
I throw up a prayer when I think of it but most of the time I tell myself I don’t have the energy to worry about what I can’t control. What if my faith matched my hope? Maybe then the people I love would stop hurting, and stop hurting each other. I know it’s not my fault but what if I could be doing more? Could I make a difference?