Hope is such a beautiful word. It is short and sweet, and to me the word "Hope" is almost an onomatopoeia, or a word that sounds like what it is, like "hiccup" or "zip". When we use the word "hope", our voices go up on that word in a way that sounds just a little bit hopeful.
I like to think of myself as a positive, cup is half-full, look on the bright side-type person, but there have been times in my life where things weren't going the way I'd planned or "hoped" they would be and I had to become a little bit more "hopeful", rely more on faith, and work to accomplish my dream. Faith and Hope compliment each other, and you can't have one without the other.
President Dieter F. Uchtdorf said, "Hope has the power to fill our lives with happiness. Its absence—when this desire of our heart is delayed—can make 'the heart sick.'"
"Hope sustains us through despair. Hope teaches that there is reason to rejoice even when all seems dark around us."
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all. ~Emily Dickenson
Things past belong to memory alone; Things future are the property of hope. ~John Home
This little notebook is to keep those hopes alive and right there in front of me.
It never hurts to have a little hope.