Translating a World on the Edge

Isn’t it odd that in many things, we can be doggedly determined, and other things we put off, and put off, and put off?

Sometimes I’m a number one procrastinator.  I begin most every Monday with a plan for all the things I need to do better. By Tuesday, I’m waning, and by Wednesday, it’s all but forgotten–until Monday when I begin again.

But what if there were no such thing as new beginnings? That would mean the absence of Hope–something no one can live without.

If we don’t have hope, we literally shrivel emotionally and physically. We  need to believe that things get better. New beginnings, even Mondays, can be sources of hope.

Where does hope come from?   Many times it comes through prayer.    Jesus would not have told us to pray The Lord’s Prayer unless He knew our Father in Heaven would hear our prayers.

And the ability to hope is within us. We are born with it,  part of  being made in the image and likeness of God.

So today, on Monday. I plan to do some things better.  Maybe this time I’ll be successful. But if I’m not, I won’t get discouraged because there’s another Monday coming.  And I have hope.