A reality has been forced on us that makes being hopeful a uphill task. The stronger you hold on to hope, the thinner its grip seem to become, so much so that hope has lost its glimmer. Despair has seized everyone, making it so difficult to pilot a survival strategy. It does seem it has become worthless to hope any further. The depressing effect caused by the delay in one's object of hope is better imagined than experienced. Regardless of this well orchestrated lie, your dreams would come true, to make life’s sweetness satisfy your soul.
It is against this backdrop that Job says so eloquently, "For there is hope of a tree, If it be cut down, that it will sprout again." Your hope will produce evidences; your hands will carry your results with joy. Things will turn around; steady, accelerated progress becomes the new order around you. Where everyone had given up and written you off, will be the place of your biggest turning point and breakthrough. Your hope will silence your critics and put to flight your fiercest traducers. Your hope carry potent seeds that can never die, no matter the schemes and delays.
