I have learned much about hope over the last several days. I attended the funeral of a friend, just 36 who leaves 5 children, the youngest just one year old. Her grieving husband closed the service by saying he does not know how but he does know everything will be okay. That is hope.
A friend whose family lost their home and most worldly possessions to fire one year ago dropped by a gift for me the other day. It symbolized what had gotten them through the last year. It was an ornament with one word: Hope.
This is the season of hope. We have hope because of the birth of a Child. A Savior. Our Lord.