Cursive

Today’s walk was a very short one.  I’ve been struggling with bursitis in my hip and sometimes the pain is just too great for me. Today my walk took me from the kitchen to my hallway bookshelf.  Every day, many times a day, I pass by the little book pictured here.  But now I have started to read it once again.

What I like most about this book is not the neatly typed pages and illustrations, but the cursive handwriting inside the front cover.  To touch the page and words written there 18 years ago makes me feel closer to these two people in my life.  They helped make those years of summer camp at Lee Valley Ranch in South Dakota with my kids so very, very life-changing. 

People’s handwriting, Dick’s, Cynthia’s, my mom’s, my sister’s, and others’, brings me hope because of the love those folks brought into my life. That love I can so vividly recall when I see their unique penmanship.   Love brings hope.  

One of the many quotes in that little book says:  "A hopeful heart never underestimates the power of love.“  I would say love never underestimates the power of hope.  Either way hope and love go together perfectly.

Psalm 33:22 tells us: "May your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in you.”  I believe our hope is in God because of God’s unfailing love for us.  God’s love is truly our hope!