Out of Solitude Henry Nouwen
Sunday February 14, 2010
Reflect on lonely places. With Care. In expectation.
Expectation. Hope. In the lonely places, when I sit with others or with myself... Eventually, I am confronted by hope. A lot of people think hope is silly. But I don’t. I love hope. It is like oxygen when you are drowning. All hope is is believing something that isn’t there yet will be there, one day. Or, believing things will change, even though, as yet, they have not changed. I am expecting everything to get better. I am longing for it. I am praying for it.
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