HOPE IS FRAGILE; FEAR IS POWERFUL

by libbycataldi under Faith, Hope

A mother wrote to me: I’m giving up on prayer. Recovery was going well, I thought. Making meetings, new job he likes, nice girlfriend…I was beginning to trust and hope. In the last week, money taken from my purse, relapse, and violation of probation. Now it’s back to court and maybe prison this time. I’m afraid, and I can’t do this again.

My reflection: Why does fear seem so much stronger than hope? I don’t know, but there were countless times when I, too, felt like giving up on prayer. Often it’s easier to abandon hope and faith than to keep feeling crushed.

Today’s Promise to consider: When addiction’s chaos rises up again, smacks us, and knocks us to the ground, we hurt and feel despondent. It is then that we are in danger of giving up hope. But if we lose faith, all is lost. While it’s true that our loved ones need to fight their own battles, we can choose to stay close in hope and prayer. Today, let us make that choice.

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Alison
Alison
2 months ago

Thank you so much for sharing this today. It was exactly what I needed in so many ways. I printed this and will keep it on me at all times.

Beth
Beth
2 months ago

I found a line in a poem by Jane Hirshfield that I find to be so true
”I know that hope is the hardest love we carry.”

Joanna Engel
Joanna Engel
2 months ago

Thank you. It was like a miracle I came across this post. As I sit sick with worry for my son I was giving up hope with prayers. I have prayed prayed and prayed but my son still keeps relapsing. I am scared. 7 months in rehab and relapse after a few days. I don’t know what to do or how to help him.

Terri Bailey
Terri Bailey
2 months ago

I would never have survived without faith and prayers. My son has been in and out for prison for the better part of 17 years because of his addiction and the crimes he committed. Never give up.⛪

Laura Heaton
2 months ago

Last night when I heard the thunder and torrential rains, I felt despair that my son my be drenched, sleeping in the woods again. My husband and I refused to pay his rent for a new sober home, since he has been in and out of so many over the years. This morning I choose to push out my thoughts of regret and pity, and instead remind myself of why I set boundaries and to thank God for the rainstorm that may help my son choose to seek recovery.

Roberta Herbert
2 months ago

Such a good reminder. Sometimes we can get worn down and lose hope. Grace for today and hope for tomorrow

Beth
Beth
2 months ago

I stared at a poster at our local YMCA today of Proverbs 22:6
“Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it.” That has not been true for our family. I don’t know how to make sense of that verse. I have prayed over and over. Bought various prayer books. Put our child on every prayer chain I could find. Asked people to pray and most have given up.
It isn’t the substance abuse that is so disheartening, I guess I can understand the disease of addiction but it is the immorality, the rejection of every truth she was taught and given examples of while growing up. It is shocking.How, why, oh my! Just flood my mind but then I remind myself with writers like you that hope is hard work. Faith over fear is a choice I must make just like Sarah and Mary and Esther and many others. So I walk slowly, very wearily up Calvary’s hill and lay my burden at His feet.