
I hope.
I hope in God.
I hope in God's love and mercy and guidance.
I hope.
I hope that my son grows up to be a man who loves Jesus and loves his family.
I hope that he finds his dream job and has a reason to laugh every day.
I hope.
I hope that my husband will be fully healed, fully recover from his brain injury.
I hope that he will walk out the door to work one day with a "I can't wait to go back smile."
I hope.
I hope that someday I will have a book published.
I hope that book does somebody, somewhere, some good.
I hope.
I hope that people who haven't tried living for, around and in Jesus' love will give Him a whirl...and have a ball spinning.
I hope.
I hope that Scooby lives to be old. And I hope he learns to poop outside every time he feels sick.
I hope that this season of "Lost" gives me more than one "AHA" moment and less than twenty "WHAT?" moments.
I hope that I can conquer my selfishness before it conquers me.
I hope that Ted Haggard goes slowly. Time is the best test of any change.
I hope that I get to New York City someday and I hope that I learn to ballroom dance and I hope that I helped someone this past week besides my family.
I hope that my blog points people to Jesus and His joy and not just my rambling.
I hope that the Dallas Cowboys make it all the way next year.
I hope.