What comes first, the hope or the dream? Much like the chicken and the egg thing, it depends on who you ask, eh? 😉
If you asked me, I think it’s the hope. I think the hope is what inspires the dream. A whole bunch of dreams can come from just one hope. The hope that each person finds what they’re looking for is a source of unlimited dreams.
Even on my worst days; the days when I find myself at the bottom of a deep, dark hole of I-don’t-know-what-but-it’s-not-pretty, somewhere inside me a light refuses to be distinguished. The halo of hope is held eternally held steady by the Divine, as I know and love Him, for me, and as you see and understand that presence, for you.
“Hope springs eternal,” is a slightly misleading phrase, but well intended, I’m sure. See, to me, it implies a liquid of some sort. I think the initiator of this age-old idiom was attempting to capture the feeling of the halo of hope enveloping them, so I can see how a liquid reference would ‘spring’ to mind because hope wraps itself around you, encasing you in a warmth that you can feel in your soul.
But it doesn’t stop there. It breaks through the clouds that have gathered around and distorted your view of yourself and your world, and it shows you Why.
Of course, you’ve got to look and see for yourself, but hope makes sure that the option is always available.
Love can move mountains. Faith can see you through. Hope can remind you Why.
And Grace makes sure we get another shot.