It’s one of those wonderful oxymorons: combative hope. And makes no sense at all until you let it sink in. Slowly. And then the phrase hits home because combat is part and parcel of life. All life. You disagree? Consider the time energy and sheer grit it took to get to where you are, wherever that is. Weren’t there times that you wanted to just give in? Weren’t they combat? And wasn’t the hemorrhaging from the wounds sometimes a flood? Our lives are composed of many battles. A theme I’ve written about a time or two. I first came across […]