#hopefor

[lost-my-soup]

Went to uni again today. I forgot how much i love the people there.

Like no one judged me. They just all treated me like who i am.

One friend who lives over the street from campus came up to me and was like:" you told me like half a year ago that going to the public toilets is not really an option for you, if you need to, you can tell me and go at my place."

It was the best day at uni.

[danaernst]

Erection dysfunction and the Kiss Connection: From Sweet to Stalled

Discover the intriguing link between erectile dysfunction and the efficacy of a kiss. Explore the intriguing starts and possible difficulties that might appear in this article. Find out more here!

[domtheforestgnome]

Moments my heart sequentially broke for Wilhelm in season 2 part 1

Hello! I have too much time and don't feel very well mentally, so I thought that's the best moment to watch my comfort serie once again and share those moments when my heart sequentially broke for Wilhelm in Young Royals season 2. Also, here are Part 1 and Part 2 of Simon, bc as we know they suffer in this series very often. Let's go!

When it turns out it's just a dream.

When he puts Erik's coat and smells it.

This b*tch.

When Simon rejected their hands touch.

When he really wanted to do something to reward his deeds to Simon.

I mean... I feel you, kid. The anger. The adrenaline. Like it's never enough.

When he politely left Simon alone while he was playing piano.

When passing the hokey puck to Simon was too much for him <3

When he was scared and confused bc of Jan Olof's visit.

When the snow glob crashed - I feel like this moment has the second meaning here too. But I'll write about it in different post.

Hate it. Absolutely hate it. Even tough Wille himself doesn't understand what that means, but the homophobic treatment towards him in this case makes me wanna grow claws and tear the Royal Court with it.

When 2 years waiting was too long for Simon and little sparks of Wilhelm's hopefor getting back together went gone.

When he couldn't articulate his brother's death.

When he cared for Simon but Simon didn't get it.

When he saw Marcus flirty message to Simon.

When he tried meditation but his anxious thoughts were too much.

When he was angry at himself for not being able to stop care.

When he heard what he wanted to hear and his voice became very quiet. My little baby!

When he saw Simon and Marcus kissing and was absolutely devastated.

And then this whole sequence of broken-hearted Wille.

My heart! His red glassy eyes :(

When he suffered really badly and wanted it to stop.

But then I was screaming "no, no, NO!!!!!" like the guy from The Office hahahaha Ok, here's part 2 of that :)

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

That We Might Have Hope

For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope. — Romans 15:4 | New International Version (NIV) Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide. Cross References: Psalm 102:18; Psalm 119:50; Habakkuk 2:2; Romans 4:23; 1 Thessalonians 1:3; 2 Timothy 3:16

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Lessons in Gratitude ~ Season of Hope

For the past several months, I have been chronicling here,  my journey in homelessness--one that I realize has been relatively less difficult than that of many others in far worse situations. And I know that I’ve been lucky, because no matter the difficulties, the fear and desperation when I had to go hungry for days at a time because I’d exhausted my financial resources just to have some sort of roof over my head, no matter the loneliness and the homesickness for a true home and for the company of people who love and understand me, I have been a recepient of--and witness to--at least a dozen little miracles (and a couple of major ones) that remind me that I have numerous reasons to be grateful. And have renewed my faith that all will someday be well,  amid this beautiful season of light and hope.

Hand in hand with the constant challenges that I’ve had to face, my self-esteem has taken a staggering blow. Because of my physical & mental exhaustion, there are days (many of them at work) when it’s almost impossible to be my best self.

Management and several of my co-workers see me, sometimes treat me, as a person worthy of such low self esteem, and it’s been hard for me to disagree with those opinions. Some days I feel like I’m just the worst, lacking in any value. But I share this little miracle now, not because it’s the story of a small good deed done--but rather because it is the miracle that Heaven sent to me so I could find myself again, and know that my essential self, my core, remains who I have always been.

Thursday afternoon, I finally called my church’s charitable organization--the St. Vincent DePaul Society--to see if they had any resources to help me find a permanent place to live. They don’t, although because it’s Christmas season, they arranged lodging for me through the 28th. But they also told me of a church in town that runs a warming center 7pm-7am; there are no beds there, but if my situation becomes most dire, I can sleep there in a chair or sleeping bag. So that’s a lifeline for me if things get more dicey.

But that’s not the miracle. The miracle came Friday, while I was working. I was cashing a check for a man, and his ID was from a state 1,500 miles away, so I had to ask for his current address. He was incredulous because no one had asked him before, even though we’re supposed to. After I explained, he took a moment and decided to trust me. “I’m homeless.” In that moment I knew that I was meant to wait on him that day--because I was the messenger meant to help him. I told him I was homeless too and wrote down all the info I could so he could go to that warming center. Certainly a gift from a power greater than either of us--but the gift I got in being a conduit to help a fellow traveller in this world, was exactly what I’ve been needing.

Afterwards, I went into the restroom and cried some grateful tears and thanked my Maker for proving to me that I am still me. How amazing is it, how breathtaking, that They provided the way for two strangers in need to find what they needed most, by simply crossing paths! This isn’t the first time such a wondrous miracle has touched me on this difficult journey--but going forward now, I can believe (and remind myself often) that I haven’t lost the good in me. Knowledge that will continue to uplift my spirit in the months ahead. Reinforcing what I've told only a few people in my life--that I somehow always feel there is an unseen hand hovering near, ready to catch me if I truly fall.

If you’ve read to the end of this, I thank you. If you want to read more about my journey, below are some previous posts. Whatever the case, I hope my little story warms you well and reminds you how wonderfully we are connected to humankind, even when we think we’re lost.

 some past posts:  

an understated request for help

a sad revelation

Lessons in Gratitude 

Lessons in Gratitude - Desperation Reblog

a thank you

and because I can still use whatever help might come my way :

buy me a coffee?☕

[monteleerice]

There's hope for cracked pots

There’s hopeFor cracked pots I began lifeNot well speaking or writingBut stuttering and scribblingBroken words Looking for inspiration, I yesterday night rummaged from a “scrap book” I’ve managed to keep for decades, with correspondence and even “report cards” I still have all back from grade school. Last night I read one report card from Grade 3. In it the teacher wrote the following note to…

[hopefor-days-backup]

So this blog started as a side blog that somehow became more of a main blog than my actual main blog. So I'm gonna try and transition things back over to my actual main blog. I've changed this blog to a back up. If you want to keep following me and seeing my content, go follow @hopefor-days. That one is now my actual main

[hopeforyrhealth]

Tonight our mission will be celebrating Episode 50 of the HopeFor TheJourney Podcast --thankful for Podcaster Dr. Denise's weekday evenings wellness tips program :) https://youtube.com/@HopeForTheJourneyInfo

[becoming-not-became]

NeverNow (for Bean)

Now it’s not even you butthe memory ofand the hopefor that doesfor the youwho is isn’t and I’m leftwith before later at long last but never now

[washwashgalaxy]

STARTING OVER AGAIN By Antoinette Dy Tubale & William Warigon

Collab 17STARTING OVER AGAIN(A Poetry Collaboration By Antoinette Dy Tubale & William Warigon)There is always hopeFor everyone to proveThemselves from making Mistakes and from regrets.Upon the pain of regrets,Hills of doubts bring dispirited emblems.Flags of fear fluttering Like laurels won in defeat.Only if people knowHow to gift themselves with Another chance,no matterHow many times they…

[danbusler]

Blue, Blue, I'm Feeling Blue

The beautiful flowers are here and gone tomorrow

Blue, blue, my world is filled with bluesFor when Summer has ended I know you’ll go away Hope, hope, my world is filled with such hopeFor I took a picture, now in my heart you’ll stay.

[danaernst]

International Kissing Day: Providing Erectile Dysfunction Patients with Hope and Support

Celebrate International Kissing Day by embracing love fully! Overcome barriers and tackle erection dysfunction to unlock the gateway to a passionate and fulfilling romance.

[poetyca]

Speranza - Hope

🌸Speranza🌸Gocce di brina sono speranza per quelle piante in attesa,dopo la lunga notte,di acqua per donare vita. Mai perdere la speranza,dopo la pioggia arriva l’arcobaleno.04.06.2023 Poetyca 🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente🌸HopeFrost dropsI am hopefor those waiting plants,after the long night,of water to give life.Never lose hope,after the raincomes the rainbow.04.06.2023 Poetyca

[moonlightretriever]

okay friends im off to work :'3 pray for me.... hopefor me..... i want it to be non chaotic please.......... cries

[workersbushtelegraph]

Vale Olfat

Olfat in Sydney in 1986 Our tears are for you, OlfatA window of hopefor refugees in the campsshedding light in the dark Not yet born in Burj el-BarajnehYou dream of return to Tarshihadashed by eleven menwho met in a white buildingon a winter’s night in Tel Aviv Your village painted red,one of the last clearedGenerational terror of al NakbaOne last glimpse of home for AliaNot one for you, her…

[0rbit]

I could fuck up a hopefore edit rn in so full of friendshop+hope. Telling everyone friendship is magic. Receiving so many hugs…I love being alive