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		<title>Do You Want to Be a Prisoner of Hope?</title>
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<em>Can I be brutally honest with you? </em>

I really don’t feel like sitting here to write this post.
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<p><em>Can I be brutally honest with you? </em></p>
<p>I really don’t feel like sitting here to write this post.</p>
<p>I am doing so at the urging and insistence of my wife.</p>
<p>I do so partially under protest and partially because I know I need to do so.</p>
<p>When it is all said and done I am sure I will thank her for the encouragement to write.</p>
<p>I have found myself in a <em>hide-and-go-seek</em> sort of existence lately, with my mood fluctuating from high, then to low, and most often stuck in the middle of who knows where!</p>
<p>Neutral would be a good word to describe where I am at times – <em>not moving forward or backward</em>.</p>
<p>I am simply here.</p>
<p>It’s unnerving.</p>
<p>I am not used to the spectrum of emotions playing their tune on my piano.</p>
<p>Dealing with the ups and downs, the ins and outs of the recent episode of “<em>I lost my job</em>” (or should I say my job lost me?) has been the culprit.</p>
<p>My mood has bordered on “<em>I don’t really give a rip about anything</em>”.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>Have you ever experienced this sort of thing? </em></span></strong></p>
<p>Please tell me you have so I can at least pretend to know I am not alone.</p>
<p>Yesterday was a day long struggle after learning earlier in the morning a reasonably strong lead I had on potential employment most likely is not going to work out.</p>
<p>In retrospect, I see this twist in the road as protection.</p>
<p>I woke up from a brief, post-lunch nap and felt like I landed on Mars.</p>
<p>My demeanor was other-worldly.</p>
<p>I felt totally surrounded by an insidious heaviness.</p>
<p>Its aim was to push or keep me down.</p>
<p>In many respects, I felt imprisoned – <strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">like I was led into an inner cell by a harsh warden who decided to throw away the key.</span></em></strong></p>
<p>I could not take it any longer.</p>
<p>I had to do something, anything to get out of the funk in which I found myself.</p>
<p>To put it mildly, it was a battle to finally talk myself into doing something positive and constructive vs. succumbing to the resistance I felt to do nothing.</p>
<p>I laced up my boots, put on my warm gear, got in my car, and traveled to a local nature preserve to walk a five mile loop through the woods.</p>
<p>As soon as I started to walk the snow began to fly, driven by a sustained wind.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>Life giving</em>!</span></strong></p>
<p>No one else was around except for the several deer I spotted as I hiked.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>Doubly life giving!</em></span></strong></p>
<p>In short, the time spent outdoors and walking was exhilarating!</p>
<p>By the time I got home the earlier feelings of imprisonment I experienced dissipated.</p>
<p><strong><em>Good riddance! </em></strong></p>
<p>They were replaced by a sense of being a <strong><span style="color: #800000;">“<em>prisoner of hope</em>”</span></strong>!</p>
<p>Knowing there will always be a light at the end of the tunnel, or in this case a light shining in the apparent darkness, helped.</p>
<p>I stumbled across this verse which hit the nail on the head:</p>
<p><strong><em><span style="color: #800000;">“Come back to the place of safety, all you prisoners of hope. I promise this very day I will repay two blessings for each of your troubles.” Zechariah 9:12 (NLT)</span> </em></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #800000;"><strong><em>Do you feel like the walls are closing in on you where you too “don’t give a rip” about much?</em></strong></span></p>
<p>If so, might I suggest a few things?</p>
<ul>
<li>To borrow a line from the last of the Rocky movi<i>es – <em>Fighters fight</em>. </i>Resist the desire to do nothing and throw a few punches of your own. <em>Fight!</em></li>
<li>Act – get up and do something. Anything.</li>
<li>Come to terms with your emotions and do not give precedence to your feelings. They are deceptive.</li>
<li>Do whatever it takes to swing the pendulum in the opposite direction.</li>
<li>Call a friend or talk to your spouse and open the trash compactor up so as to get the junk out.</li>
<li>By all means, pray. As Dave Ramsey once said, “<em>Phone home ET! He is waiting for your call!”</em></li>
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<p>All of us have traveled plenty of roads to realize life is not always a bowl of cherries.</p>
<p>Honestly, it is hard at times.</p>
<p>OK, a majority of the time!</p>
<p>If we let it, it pushes us down.</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>Don’t let it! </em></span></strong></p>
<p>Become a prisoner of hope, seeing the light in the supposed darkness, knowing you will receive double for your troubles!</p>
<p><em><strong>By the way Jackie, thanks for the kick in the pants and encouraging me to write!</strong> </em></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #800000;"><em>Can you recall a time where you simply lost hope while clinging to a sliver of light that ultimately helped you through your dark moment? </em></span></strong></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>Photo Courtesy of Brittany Castillejo</strong></p>
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