I like dishes that all match. I hang my clothes from dark to light. Now that the kids are gone, I even alphabetize my spices. I wanted to put hope in a box, but it would not fit. There is no recipe for it.
Hope is about the unexpected, the uncertain, the unwieldy.
Hope crosses disciplines, it is not the purview of any one profession. It spans culture and context and continent. It does not follow rules. Yet somehow we must come to know hope, to be intentional about it, to claim its power. This is my hope.