Hold onto hope.

Hold onto hope.
They have been words strung together that have echoed and bounced around in the cavern of my heart. 
Hold. 
On. 
To. 
Hope.

I imagined this for a long time like a bull ride. 
Desperately trying to stay on for more than a few seconds. 
And then it felt like a roller coaster, equally fun and terrifying at moments. 
Then like driving a fast car, maneuvering through so many obstacles. 
And even like holding on to the reigns of a horse drawn carriage, peaceful and easy through a winter wonderland. 
At times I was in control and other times I let people take the wheel and that holding on felt like the greatest trust and some great heartache. 
But I held on anyway. 
Over these past few days I’ve been holding onto memories of my aunt, her passing was so sudden I feel as though I’m grasping at anything to hold on right now to all I had with her. 
I need hope in so many things and each image I got of the holding led me to a greater understanding of myself. Of the woman I am. 
I want to be known as a momma of a movement of hope and passion. I want my words to matter and my heart to beat continually of authentic love. And this holding on is my journey and on this Christmas Eve, I wonder what hope you also need. 
So this is my invitation. 
How can I hold onto hope for you as well? 
Or do you need to hold onto something else? 
Will you be open and honest with me about it? 
I would love to be with you in this.