She passed around lined sheets of paper, set a timer for five minutes, and told us to “word-vomit” every single thought we had about our research onto that paper. We were not allowed to edit, re-think, spell-check, or erase because the point was to simply write, without calculation or consequence. It was magical, and I was hooked.
Now, three years after college, there is a community of bloggers who free-write on a new word every week. We do it for fun, for encouragement, and to remind ourselves that our unedited selves are still worth sharing. For more info, check out Kate Motaung’s blog here!
This week’s word is HOPE.
Hope? Yeah, I thought I’d lost it.
It got misplaced somewhere after college when I woke up one morning to find myself in a hostile place, doing those mind-numbingly same things day in and out. My friends were gone or out of touch, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt welcome in a crowd. I felt stuck and stupid for getting myself stuck and hopeless that anything would change.
But the Hope of the world was living in me, no matter how dormant I felt.
He was alive and active, even if I wasn’t alive to it.
He doesn’t merely have hope–He is hope.
He leaned in and whispered to my hopeless heart that He hadn’t gone anywhere. Slowly, like crusty ground under a steady soak of rain, I softened.
Hope had found me again.
And to you–yes you, the one scrolling down this post on your iPhone–He whispers, “Child, I am still here. I AM hope. I am hope for your crusty dreams, your family situation and the apathy that numbs you. Open your heart to me.”
Hope will find you.