I suppose that most of us have had moments, when hope was as scarce as eggs in a hardware store.
But God’s hope somehow manages to creep into my heart!
And, I’ve noticed something— when I keep hope to myself it seems to fade like a whisper of a dream.
My hope is more powerful when I share it with someone. And David too felt the power of shared hope:
Therefore my heart is glad
and my tongue rejoices
my body also will live in hope! (Psalm 16:9)
Hope, yes! But hopefully, a hope shared!