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Have Hope

I am normally a very positive person. I try to be hope-full and joy-full most of the time. But if I spend any amount of time thinking about the direction our country is going in, our national debt, the Gulf Oil spill or any number of other things and I get full of despair and think the world is coming to an end.

The truth is, history is full of tragedy, natural disasters, horrible things. They will continue to happen. Many politicians will, unfortunately, continue to be corrupt. This is the country, the world, we live in.

But I am continually reminded to have hope. When I get down, when I wonder if it could possibly get any worse, I am reminded to pray.


A few years ago J got the book, Jacinta's Story for Christmas. The book is a story of one of the children of Fatima, who received apparitions of Mary, the mother of Jesus. The book does a great job of explaining the story so that kids can understand it, and this adult (me) got the message loud and clear too! Basically, Mary told the children of all of these things that would happen . . . lots of BAD things: wars, nations getting annihilated, etc. But, yes there is a but, all of those things could be avoided. Avoided through prayer. The Story of Fatima reminded me in the power of prayer and the goodness of our God.

We can change many things through our actions, but God can change the world when we pray. So, when I feel all hope is gone, I pray. I put my hope in the ONE.

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  1. He's the only one worth enough of that trust. It's so easy to get down about America (and MA for us) but we can't all just go live in a bubble-perfect-world...we need to be strong like the Disciples and fight the good fight. Easier said than done :)

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