When I started my blog titled, “Driven to Hope”, my dream was to share my journey in hopes that someone out there can see a glimmer of hope on the horizon.
Right now, you’re wondering how you’ll ever be brave enough, strong enough or capable enough to be where you want to be. There’s a mountain in front of you that looks impossible to climb. The sides are steep and rocky, with loose gravel threatening your every move.
Your hands tremble as you grip the steering wheel. Your heart pounds inside your chest and your stomach twists nervously.
As you start the car, the thought of even being able to drive to end of your street seems so daunting, yet, on your first day, you did it somehow.
As months pass, the end of the street is a regular routine. One day, you build up enough courage to drive down the street. Before you know it, you can drive across town.
Look where you started. Look where you are now. You’ve driven on busy roads.
One day, you approach the on-ramp of a freeway, but not just any freeway, a Southern California freeway. These land mines are full of aggressive drivers, reckless tailgaters and far too many cars with turn signals that have yet to be used. You merge in and get up to speed. Don’t forget to breathe.
The day you only dreamed about is becoming a miraculous reality unfolding before your unbelieving eyes. Yet, here you are.
Driven To Hope 