Hope. It’s a word I love. I always choose hope. I heard that phrase a while back and fell in love with it. I’ve made many decisions in my life simply by choosing hope. This includes how I feel about my marriage.
In therapy session number one this week, she asked us a simple question. “So what is your hope?”
I didn’t have an answer. I wanted to give the standard “To save my marriage” but that wasn’t it. That wasn’t my hope. My hope is bigger than that. How didn’t I have an answer???? I was in full fledged panic mode because that was my word. That is what I live by. I couldn’t think of anything else at the time other than I had no answer. Talk about a kick in the face.
I still don’t know. I don’t know my goal. I don’t know anything. Why am I questioning everything? What is my hope?????