So I am still wearing the medical boot. Today I went to my podiatrist, expecting the boot to be removed. I walked into his office with the other foot to my “normal” shoe in hand. He walks in the room. He smiles. He looks at me, looks at the extra shoe. Smiles again and then says, “My aren’t you optimistic.” I look at him quizzically, he motions at the shoe and then it hits, dang, I have to still wear the boot. Optimism is not only good, it is necessary. The Bible say, “Where there is no hope (vision), the people perish.” I have not enjoyed this boot, it throws off my stride, my other shoes are either too high, or to low. Therefore, my gait is unbalance. My friends (who claim to love me) call me gimp, and wobble when they walk (they think it’s funny…okay it kinda is).My hope was this appointment, I endured it all because I had hope. The thing about hope is that we can’t see it, we can only expect it. It is that expectation that gives feet to our faith. It is the belief that where we are now is not where we will always be; the tides will change, the tables will turn. My doctor said no this visit, but I go back next week…HOPE still exists.

“Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen” (Hebrews 11:1).

So what’s my plan of attack? Hold on to HOPE.