The Luxury of Hopelessness

Hope Matters

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Hopelessness is a luxury. It is indeed one I cannot afford. I can’t afford to wallow in despair when things don’t go as expected. Current events notwithstanding, embracing hope has been my life. It has been the life of my ancestors, both living and passed on.

If I am to honor their memories, their hard work, their sleepless nights, their strategizing, their plan execution; I dare not lose hope!

As a divorced mom of a son on the autism spectrum, I have had a plethora of opportunities over the past 14 years to throw in the towel. Yet, I pressed through, because what happens to Son if I don’t? What happens to Son when I’m gone?

As a Black woman, the opportunities to wallow in “woe is me” have been and are endless. Yet, I continue to show up every day, because what happens to me if I don’t?

As a public servant, I have had many chances where I could’ve thrown up my hands and walked away. Yet, I keep striving for change, because what happens to those I serve if I don’t?

As a Christ follower, I can’t say that I’ve been persecuted for that. However, He, like my ancestors, set a powerful example. Jesus knew they were out to get Him. Yet, He kept going. [reference Matthew 12:15 MSG] In so many instances, knowing this He kept healing, teaching, correcting, and even loving us until and beyond death.

Hopelessness is indeed a luxury reserved for those who have certain privileges and/or lack a connection with God. My Blackness, my womanhood, my parenthood, my Christianity does not allow for hopelessness. As I continue to move forward—because going back is not an option—I remember to go to the Rock, for “When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” (Psalms 61:2 NKJV)

Hope will forever hold me in the road and propel me forward. Hope is my legacy.

Coffee Matters

ALL coffee matters today. ☕️ Let it fuel your hope.

💜,

Parthenia

What are you hoping and sipping this week?

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