5-Day Devotional To Dreaming BigSample

My personal drive was always fueled by hunger. Not for food. There wasn’t enough food to go around and there was nothing I could do about that. But there are other worse hungers. Hunger for love, for safety and security. The worst, though, is to starve for hope. That is the worst kind of hunger. That’s the hunger I could do something about, and it’s the hunger that drives me even now. I feast on hope. It carries me forward. See, any hunger can make you despair, can make you quit. Or it can make you a hunter. I came to realize in the hood that as much as it hurt, I could go without food. But I was damned if I was going without hope. And I mean that literally—without hope, I was doomed. I would always hunt for hope in whatever I did. Like many Christians, my mom saw our situation as an opportunity to rely on God. She never for a minute doubted that God would reward the hunters of hope. That was my drive—the hunger of a hunter for hope. I owed a good part of that to my mom...

Sometimes I battled with the notion that God overlooked the hood. It could be easy to get angry at God, especially at moments when you were going through tough times. That wasn’t my mother’s faith. She prided herself in becoming tougher during tough times. It was just the fear trying to shake your faith. I had already learned that you couldn’t let fear rule you or you would never get anywhere. You had to turn your tests into testimonies.