Deep Reflections,  Depression,  Faith,  My Journey — My Truth,  Poetry

Hope Against Hope

Some moments, days, appear guided by sadness. Intended to be spent alone, quiet with her thoughts. To cry. To feel.

Missing who she used to be — vibrant, healthy, beaming; full of life, driven, unstoppable — an untamed fire, blazing her own path.

Why such abruptness, the smoldering of this flame? What is to rise from the dampened ashes? Has such purpose been revealed, yet she remains blind?

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Years continue to pass and tears still flow. Grief holds on with persistent determination. Often hidden. Disguised. Tampered by glimmers of Hope. Sheltered. Till cracks weaken and she can no longer hide the pain.

Faith and strength and hope prevail. Momentarily. Until relentless cycles of illness return, unforgivingly. Breaking points give way, once more.

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Her God is powerful and righteous and loving. His Will. His timing.

Her life has meaning. She is not a burden. Why must she doubt?

She is loved. She is indeed enough… as her Maker has her… then, and now.

Will she one day believe this truth?

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She prays there are seasons yet to embrace, joy to experience, chapters to write… a path before her.

Will this life and His Will bring forward such blessings?

Hope against hope.

Her story is far from over.

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Pieces of my heart, Hope Against Hope
—terry xx

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Over here reflecting about life, illness + healing. Offering encouragement + empathy + support. Sharing smatterings of sarcasm + sass. Oozing with opinion. Speaking my truth. —tmm

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