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“I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.”
It was the cry of a distraught boy who never grew up. On the cold dark ground his small-winged friend lay limp, as the harsh black sky draped over her.
And then her light went out.
Completely.
No light. No life. No hope.
But even still, the boy did not give up. He contended for her life to shine bright once more.
He fought with words of Belief.
“I do believe in fairies. I do. I do.”
And Hope stirred as the cry lifted in the air magnifying the words throughout the land. And soon the voices of many could be heard.
Because Hope is contagious.
And a twinkle turned into a full blown glow filling her up with life, energy, flight and color.
Because Hope heals.
What if?
What if we believed past the land of make-believe and declared words of belief over our body, mind and soul.
What if this cancer—this damn cancer—growing inside the body of a loved one…ceased to exist because Hope drove it out?
What if?
What if this cancer—this sin cancer—growing inside my own soul ceased to exist because Hope drove it out?
What if I contended for my marriage, my kids, my life with words of Hope?
I lay limp on the cold ground only because I have chosen for my own light to go out. It is I who drank the poison of unbelief.
I must believe there is Hope. I must. If I don’t, my unbelief will surely usher my soul to its death.
I can sit here and let the cancer eat me alive leaving me to suffer the loss of more broken hearts and homes…or
I can choose to believe. Not in fairies, for I will not give in to wishful thinking. But I will give in to Holy declaration.
I do believe in Jesus. I do. I do.
I believe there is a God who not only knows me, cares for me and loves me—but longs to heal my soul—and yours.
Do you believe?
On the journey with you,
Laura
Here or somewhere…be real. Share your journey.
Relevant Worship
Walk in the Promise by Bethel Music/The Loft Sessions with Jeremy Riddle
Hope’s Anthem by Bethel Church with William Matthews
Reflective Scripture {in first person because His word is meant to be personal}
But my HOPE in the Lord will renew my strength. I will soar on wings like eagles; I will run and not grow weary, I will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 NIV
May the God of hope fill me with all joy and peace as I trust in him, so that I may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13 NIV
“I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” Mark 9:24 NIV
Movie Reference: Peter Pan 2003
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Laura Suchey 
oh shoot, you got me. {a tear is trying to escape}
This word….hope, it’s a hard one for me. Really hard. I’m trying to. I want to believe in hope.
I have to laugh because it’s easier for me to believe in fairies than hope. I guess because the fairies never let me down, because I never counted on them for anything except whimsy. I never had to put trust in them.
But hope, I’ve counted on it with a heavy heart. A hurting heart. A desperate heart. A heart with fragile faith.
I’m learning hope, I’m on the journey with you for sure.
Thank you Sherry for expressing what I can not. <3<3<3
*sigh*
Trust. That is what it is, isn’t it?
Trusting the one who IS Hope. Trusting He really does hold us and knows us. Trusting He sees the whole picture when we see just a glimpse. Trusting the hurts, pains and sufferings will eventually bloom into something beautiful.
Trust is hard. Really hard.
Thank you for sharing your heart here. Praying for you friend. I really am.
I must believe there is Hope. I must. If I don’t, my unbelief will surely usher my soul to its death.
So Powerful Laura, and I am also in the same place as Sherry trying to believe, trying to hope and for me right now it’s a moment by moment struggle, so much so I had to tattoo it on my foot to remind myself.
That YES there just might be hope for me “MIGHT”
SENDING LOVE & HUGS YOUR WAY
Thank you for your honesty & vulnerability
It’s a journey. Sometimes I’m all there…and other times not so much.
Praying for you in your journey–Praying God would find a way through it all to etch His HOPE across your wounded heart. He will. He is.
Thank you for sharing your journey here.
It’s a hard one. Lost my Mother to lung cancer when I was 29, her only grandchild, my kid, my daughter, about 5. The journey of losing her was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. I was able to love my Mother through this surreal time, to drive her to appointments (thank God my corporate job was so understanding), to bathe her, to shop for her, to hold her hand. I had already had the luxury, though short lived, of knowing my Mother as a woman friend. My biggest regret is that my daughter had such small memories of her. I don’t know why God chose to take her. I pursue with much passion to keep my Mother’s spirit and love huge for my kid and thus my kid and I enjoy my Mother all the time, much. In big ways.
“The journey of losing her was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.”
This is so beautiful Patricia, and even brings Hope to my heart.
My boys have such a bond with the one battling…I pray memories are sealed into their hearts forever. I love that you keep your Mother’s spirit alive even now-powerful.
Thank you for sharing your journey here.
This time with my Mother absolutely resembled a dream, one where I stood in line at the grocery store buying her food items, wondering if I had a month, pretending I was just standing in line at a grocery store. I remember this moment as solidly as I remember my Mother’s spirit, her joy, her life, what she would say when I called on the telephone if I was sad or if I wanted to share my latest accomplishment. I recall these moments, so that I can tell myself what she would tell me, when I would have called her . . . because I still want to call her. I urgently keep her alive so my daughter knows from where she comes from, what she is made of, a wonder of a woman.
So very beautiful. When the time comes, I picture myself doing the same. Thank you for sharing. Glad to see you here. 😉
Uh, this is dynamite writing. So proud to call you my friend.
Thanks friend. Sure wish the living-it-out part was just as dynamite. 😉
On the journey…thanks for coming by. ❤
I have one regret with how I handled these days, the last days. She died six months after learning of the cancer and had chosen not to inquire about time left. She told me this, but said I could, and I did. My Mother was a strong, very content with life woman, artistic and creative, but reserved. I would have liked to discuss how she was feeling, was she afraid. In honoring my Mother and how she lived, this was not to be brought up; and consequently I ache when I think that maybe she was afraid and needed support, maybe could have used a hug, arms to cry in.
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