When will we ever learn that there are no hopeless situations, only people who have grown hopeless about them?
I have several friends fighting serious illness right now and their courage is astounding. The only thing I can figure is that they can see invisible bridges at the end of what looks like a dead-end street.
I don’t think I got that gene. When faced with a challenging situation I wring my hands and stew around, complaining to anyone who will listen. All that does is drive the nail of desperation deeper into tiny hole I’ve dug for myself.
Today, my morning mentor, Chuck Swindoll, tells the story of a Cabinet meeting in London during the darkest days of the Second World War. France had just capitulated and the tiny British Isles stood alone as the last line of defense. Prime Minister Churchill outlined the situation in its starkest reality.
“Grim faces stared back at him in stoic silence. Despair and thoughts of surrender were written in their looks. The visionary statesman momentarily remained silent, lit a cigar, showed a hint of a smile, and with a twinkle in his eye, responded to that dispirited company of officials, "Gentlemen, I find it rather inspiring." . . .
What a great line! If only we could look past the glitches in our lives so see the silver lining hidden in the dark cloud of despair. Looking back over my shoulder, I can see that every dire circumstance (which I thought devastating at the time) has brought me to a new, more exhilarating level of living.