Sometimes I read something, like this quote, that really encourages me. It is so hard to wait when life is difficult. I think that Tolstoy captures a deep truth in this quote. There is a war waging, especially when life is hard, and sometimes patience is the only weapon that avails itself to us.
The title of this book speaks to me of a second weapon in life's war. A friend defined hope this way on Facebook: "the feeling that something desired is possible". I like the simplicity of that thought. Without this kind of hope patience would take on a morbid mentality. During my difficult summer in Chicago I found strength in these two weapons. I patiently wait with hope in my heart.