Power of Hope

Mary

Do not doubt the winds of hope. They can bellow forth with great power from the hidden recesses of my heart. Tell me. Is this a time of hope? Do people speak of a hope-filled future? Do the hearts of people rejoice that so much good is taking place?

Not at all. Fear breathes its darkness. Hatred brings about death. “What are we to hope in?” people ask. “What signs portend a brighter future?” I alone speak of hope. That word will continually be upon my lips until hope is engraved into your hearts.

Hope does nothing rash. It quietly believes and firmly acts. Hope fills up the vacuum left by despair and bursts the balloons floated by presumption. Hope stands in God’s will and refuses to be moved to the left or to the right.

When the time has not yet come, hope waits. When it does come, hope acts. It will not hesitate when it sees what to do. Hope protects everything from the decay of discouragement, always pushing on until gaining the goal.

Come let me pour hope into your hearts. It carries so many blessings.

Comment: Mary is like a poet on describing hope’s blessings.