Today my favourite 11-week old is having surgery. On her eye. *Shiver*

It is hard to describe the emotions I have whizzed through in one day. Anger, sadness, hope, loss, grief, fear, helplessness, jealousy and guilt.

I see other little babies on Facebook and think: Why were they born without a cataract? Do their parents appreciate their sight? I fear that she will be teased one day for wearing glasses. I grieve the loss of her “perfection”. Helpless for not being there by her side. Guilty for not being there by her side. Anger at the doctors who made her wait two and a half hours extra before they operated, teasing her already hungry little frame.

And hidden in that list of gloom: hope. You possibly read past it.  Hope, that the operation will be a success. That she will have favour with the surgeons and staff. That her parents will be at peace. That her recovery will be miraculously fast.  That His Name will be glorified through this somehow. That she will have the coolest eye patch any baby has ever had.

And that is just it. That tiny word: Hope.

Romans 12:12 New King James Version (NKJV)
12 rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;
Romans 15:13 New King James Version (NKJV)
13 Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
It is more than just a “fingers crossed” or “good luck” or “wishful thinking”. 
It is the birth place of faith.
Hebrews 11:1New King James Version (NKJV)
11 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
So hope is not futile. It’s not empty. It ‘s not naive. Through hope we can rejoice and be patient in troubles, we are filled with joy and peace and according to Hebrews 11:1, Faith is born out of it.
Hope is the armour that protects me against myself. Against my tendencies to jump to the gloomy list above. 
Where there is Hope none of these will be able to stand.
How can I give someone this hope today?