Hope: The Worst of All Evils

I told myself not to get my hopes up, but it's hard. You think maybe, somewhere in the back of your mind...could it be fixable? Could she get better?

But Friedrich Nietzsche had it right when he said, "In reality, hope is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs man's torments."

That small smidgen of hope has already done damage to me. It has made me dream dreams that are most likely unattainable. It has made me wish for things that will most likely never come to fruition.

It has made me hope.

At the end of the day sometimes hope is all we have.  Sometimes even when we know the cold hard truth of our reality we have to cling to something and hope is all we have.

It's moments like this week that remind me how much we've lost. When that doctor called on Wednesday, I wanted nothing more than to call my mom and freak out about what was happening. But I couldn't. Sometimes it hurts when I stop and think about just how much has changed.

Even when hope is stripped away from us, even we are reminded how dim our situation seems, I will still choose to hope. I will cling to the truth that God has not forgotten us. He has not given up. He can still perform miracles. I believe in those things with all of my heart ... because somedays it's all I have.