When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev’ry cloud I’ve ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go,
But ev’ry whippoorwill
Is sellin’ me a bill,
And tellin’ me it just ain’t so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Not this heart.

I seem to be on a musical track this week.  Unfortunately, the tunes of our times are anything but lovely.  In coming upon the above song from “South Pacific” it has me thinking in a different direction.

Every time there is an act of violence in our land, it seems we need to find someone to blame.  There are a million reasons why these things happen, many of which we will never become privy to.  There is often a call to arms (poor choice of words) to get rid of the guns – to make tougher laws – to call our congressmen.  All of which are pointless.

My friend, Julie has written a post about our call to stand up and speak our minds, or the stones themselves will shout out.  I know she’s right, but I’m not one to rant.  I don’t like to stir up controversy.  I’m not confident in my ability to change minds, but I do know that no matter what happens in this world there is always hope.  I know this because God has assured me of it through His Holy Word.

Last week was one filled with hope in my little world.  I watched as my granddaughter participated in a program called The Penguin Project.  For four months a group of special needs kids worked together with a group of mentors, a musical staff, choreographer, director, costumer and staff of dedicated parents and volunteers to produce the musical, “Aladdin, Jr.”   This project is designed to give those with special needs the same opportunity other children have to be part of a theatrical performance.  The final result was astounding.  It accomplished its goal, because of something that seems to be missing in our world today.

That element is hope.

I refuse to let the events of this weekend get in the way of the joy I experienced by seeing the culmination of dedication and hard work of a wonderful group of outstanding people.

The ugliness of our world seems to be growing like a ravaging weed – weaving its way into every aspect of our lives.  Yet there are still the stones that Julie spoke of.  The silent ones, filled with a cockeyed optimistic view of what might be.  We all have the ability to hope, just as we have the intelligence to love, to persevere, to care.  The One who can open those silent voices is available to all who call on His name.

The weeds need to be expelled by the goodness of people.  When evil happens, we need to look for the good.  We need to take on that cockeyed optimistic view of life, rather than give in to the forces that destroy.

We are in this world for a span of years, but it is not our final home.  We have a much better place to look forward to, but while we live here, we must continue to have hope.  God will prevail.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. lynnabbott says:

    What a wonderful project and performance that must have been! What a privilege to witness it… and as you say, so much hope on display! Thank you for this beautiful and inspiring post, dear Kathy! It is perfect for such a week as this. ❤ and hugs!!

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    • says:

      Thank you Lynn. It was soooo cool to see all those kids flourish on stage. It was good for everyone involved.


  2. Kathy, you are so right. We should never toss Hope away. In addition, there is much for us to love and appreciate.

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