BY MARCIA SHARPE

I saw hope on the face of a woman leaving a hospital appointment
I heard hope in the voices of a couple expecting a baby after having lost two
I prayed hope for a lady having radiotherapy after a breast removal
I spoke hope to a child who waits for parents to resolve issues within their marriage
I hugged with hope a woman whose husband is very ill
I cried hope for a gentleman suddenly left on his own
I sang hope into my soul
I whistled hope and joy as I walked through my day
I delighted in the hope of the rainbow
I whispered hope to a friend I may never see again
I cheered, my hope for my child to master a skill finally realised
I watched Hope, a dog, as she comforts her owners, grieving parents of a teenager
I danced alone to express my hope in the Lord
I welcomed the rain, the hope of a good season
I often hope for a sunny day, a good report, a coffee with a friend, and time alone
I believe faith, hope and love cannot be separated; you can’t have one without the others
I welcome hope, for it is assurance that my full purpose in life is not yet fulfilled
I live in hope, for the best is yet to come
While there is LIFE, there is HOPE
