What does hope look like? For me, it was watching an elderly woman practicing her faith!
I was sitting in the chapel, finishing my time in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament, when I heard the side door slowly open. A few moments later came the soft sound of an elderly woman shuffling toward the altar. I would guess she was well into her eighties.
Leaning heavily on her cane, she slowly made her way toward the monstrance — toward Christ. Every step appeared painful. Every movement is deliberate.
When she finally reached the kneeler before the Blessed Sacrament, she carefully lowered herself down and lifted her eyes toward Jesus. The chapel became completely still. For several minutes, she simply gazed at Him. No complaints. Just an elderly woman carrying her pain, her age, her burdens, and her faith before Christ.
After finishing her prayer, she struggled back to her feet, turned, and slowly made her way to the nearest chair, where she began her Holy Hour.
And in that moment, I thought to myself: This is what hope looks like.
Hope looks like this elderly woman still making her way to Jesus.
Still believing. Still praying. Still showing up.
In a world often filled with anger, confusion, and spiritual exhaustion, that simple act of faith really struck a chord with me. It is a moment I will hold onto.
