We have a Chance in Life With Hope

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, is writing a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It reaches out the military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, PTSD, and many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides every day. That is almost one every hour. We need to help stop those statistics. Be looking for more updates about the new book.


Hope’s Chances

The British mother, straight blond hair across her eyes, couldn’t look at the TV camera. As she and her partner stood in front of the media, they released what was left of their hopes. Their infant son Charlie, born with a rare genetic condition, had suffered massive brain damage. The parents fought hard for his life, but in the end, no doctor could help him. Now Charlie would be allowed to die in peace.*

Hope’s last thin wisp disappeared like morning mist. For them, all that was left was a sky with a hole in the shape of their baby boy.

We grasp for and cling to a crazy kind of hope when a child gets a terminal illness, when the cancer comes back, when nobody leaves the light on in your personal tunnel of woe. It’s hard to keep hoping in the face of a death sentence, yet we often rise to the occasion. “I’m hoping against hope,” we say, and smile to prove it—even when we know we don’t stand a chance.

But is hope sometimes foolish, setting us up for certain disappointment?

In my journey with my adult children, hoping they’ll recover from drug and alcohol abuse, I’ve sometimes wondered how far my hope can stretch. After decades of dealing with one son’s meth addiction as well as his two brothers’ alcoholism, lately I hear myself using words like “intractable.” It sounds a little like incurable, and a whole lot like hopeless.

The first time I said this aloud, I was interviewing a man who’d recently lost his son to the opioid epidemic. I was referring to my middle son’s meth addiction, which experts claim is harder than heroin to kick. “At this point,” I said, “my son has been a meth user for more than half his life.”

The man said he was sorry to hear it, but in my mind, I was suddenly standing mere inches from a speeding train. With a racing locomotive’s hot breath on me, only a fool would give me or my son a snowball’s chance. I waited for impact.

Until I remembered.

Hope isn’t always about odds. Often, it’s a way to keep going when you’re falling apart. Mostly, it’s about love.

My son has said and done things to his family that could make your whiskers curl. He’s called his dad and me names, cursed us blue and has stolen and destroyed property. In a meth-fueled rage when he was barely out of middle school, he attacked his Marine Corps veteran father.  My son’s been through inpatient treatment at least three times and outpatient rehab even more. We’ve gone to family and personal counseling, twelve-step meetings and educational programs on his behalf. So far, recovery hasn’t really stuck.

Some days, I catch myself thinking this addiction nightmare will never end. After all, meth is very hard to beat, and studies show that addicts’ chances dry up if the user doesn’t have much to lose. My son has no job, no spouse, no kids and no home except with us. There’s no parole officer or even a driver’s license to hang over his head. If he continues to abuse drugs, he’ll eventually also give up his youthful vigor, handsome looks and even his teeth.

But I try to remember that my son is not meth. What he does isn’t right or healthy or even tolerable, but he is much more than the sum of his sins. Much more. He’s a part of me, and I cannot stop loving him, encouraging him, and yes, hoping for him.

Some would say the hope expressed by baby Charlie’s parents was not only unrealistic, but cruel. Where’s the upside of an infant who can’t breathe on his own, see, hear or swallow? If meth addiction is indeed intractable, why not throw out my son and be done with it?

The answer I always seem to find is simple—love. Nestled inside a cocoon of love—foolish or not—a fragile hope can push back at the ugliest of prognoses.  We hope because we love—our families, friends, statesmen. And my kind of love always includes a Presence bigger and more mysterious than anything I can imagine.

The circumstances may still suck. Babies may slip away to be angels, senators may succumb and addicts may never stop using. Life is beautiful and frequently terrible, as Frederick Buechner says. Hope knows this all too well but still says, “Sure, life is awful. But I love you and I’m not giving up on you.” And our hearts get lighter for a while, just knowing someone is pulling for us.

When common sense says cut loose, hope keeps me from crumbling into a soggy mess. From time to time, hope even scolds me for using words such as intractable.

The Old Testament book of Ecclesiastes—not to mention the Byrds of sixties’ rock and roll—says there is a time for everything: sowing, reaping, birth, death, you-name-it. Yet throughout scripture, we’re reassured that if we place our hope in God, we’ll never be disappointed. Even old Job, whose life was an absolute train wreck, didn’t stop hoping in God.

The parents who hoped for their terminally ill son’s cure may as well have tried to catch the wind. They gazed at his tiny face and saw more beauty than anything, even with his grave condition and a feeding tube shoved up his nose. They probably sensed Charlie didn’t have a chance, but their love for a son outweighed the sorry odds.

Their experience has shown me how small and limited I can be about my hopes for my own son. Where graphs and charts and polls show meth addiction to be like a cancer that keeps coming back, I search for the good in my son’s still beautiful wide smile.  I’ll keep my slightly crazy hopes on display, partly to keep from strangling him, mostly to keep loving him. Will he ever stop using drugs and live a clean and sober life?

“It’s a long shot,” said the man who’d lost his son to a heroin overdose. “But don’t you ever give up hope.”

“Not a chance,” I said. “Not a chance.”

*Charlie Gard passed away one month short of his first birthday. May he rest in peace.

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We Shouldn’t Give in to Terrorism

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Doug Bolton, the founder of Signs of Hope, has written a new book, “Signs of Hope for the Military: In and Out of the Trenches of Life.” It will be reaching out the many military and veterans who may be battling anxiety, fear, depression, addictions, rejections, and the many other usual suspects. There are 22 military connected suicides ever day. That is almost one every hour. Doug wants to help stop those statistics. Doug sent off his mini proposal to an agent who is very interested in his concept. We will update you when we hear more.
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My mind has been overcome with the tragedy in Paris, France. I have been there. It is a beautiful city, and the people are incredibly nice. The food is fabulous and the views are spectacular. I was able to be on the Eiffel Tower and see the whole city.
The terror that the people of Paris have been going through is beyond description. People all over the world showed respect to them. On Facebook many colored their profile picture the color of the French flag. I was also one that did that.
What goes through the distorted minds of people who wish to terrorize and murder people? They all seem to die within days after these attacks. They never win. They say they are dying to please Allah.
Well, My Allah, God, Yahweh, heavenly Father, wouldn’t approve of their approach to life. He is a loving, caring, and compassionate God, who wants the best for His children. Not destruction, rape, the cutting off of heads, or terrorism.
This is the time for all mankind to come together and be strong against these misguided people. They have been brain washed by a few sick people, who want no more than total dominance, and total fear of all the people around them.
Let’s all cling to the following thoughts:
  • God is our protector and comforter.
  • He will help us through the storms of life.
  • The darkest part of the day is just before the dawn, and then there is the Son.
  • If we all united no one can overcome us.
  • Stand strong and the followers of Satan will be toast.

I read an interesting stat. the other day. This pertains to the United States:

There are enough American game hunters that have rifles to cover all the armies combined in the whole world.

I would suppose the enemy may want to think twice about attacking the United States on their homeland.

This is not a very uplifting post I have written today, but we are in serious times. We need, more than ever to be strong and rely on God to show us the way. He knows ahead of time what the outcome will be. We just need to have faith that He will protect us until the final outcome happens.


You are never alone.

You are never forsaken.

You are never unloved.

And above all…never, ever, give up!

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Why Does God Allow so Much Suffering? III

This post is the last of a three part talk on why God allows so much suffering. The thoughts on this started when both Michael Clark and I were fighting different ailments of our own. I am better with my battle with severe back problems, and Michael is back posting. I am not sure of his status, but to see him posting is very encouraging.


I have been talking about why God allows so much suffering in our lives.

God created this world and it was free from sin. People were also free to love God or turn away from Him. We all know the outcome of that. So from what happened there we know that evil wasn’t produced by God, but by man himself. God allowed us to choose, and we did.

Because of our choices we face tragedies and evil many times.

We never thought something good could come from these tragedies at the time they happened, but many times they turned out to be blessings later on in our lives. I know, It happened to me.

It is hard to comprehend how a loss of a child, spouse, or a dear friend could end up being a blessing, but God can use each situation to open up new doors we never knew existed.

Extreme tragedies seem to have no meaning or purpose at the time they happen.

Think about what the followers of Christ were going through when He was going through the torture and shame of the cross. He literally hung there and died before their very eyes.

How devastating for them to see, whom they thought was their Savior, take His last breath . All their hope and dreams seemed to be lost, but look what came from that tragedy.

Jesus rose from the dead and gave us more hope and joy than we could ever imagine.

This is CHRIST mas time. The week many years ago Jesus was born. He became a great leader amongst the Jews and the Gentiles alike. He was then shamed and put to death. Why? To show us that there is hope in the darkest moments of our lives. There is hope, and it will never go away. It is eternal and if we cling to it through the cross, nothing on this earth can sway us from the goal of loving and serving God.

All tragedy, pain and suffering is just a second of time in our whole eternity. Stay strong through the storms and be waiting for the glorious day that our tears will be whipped, and all pain will be gone!

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Daddy’s Here

Oh how blessed it is to know that when the times of pain come and when our hearts become broken, we have Someone to whom we can turn that will give us Strength and that will keep us Safe. Only God does that! 

A little girl and her father were returning from the funeral of their dearly loved mother and wife. Some kind neighbors invited them to spend a few days with them so they wouldn’t be alone in the house with all its sad memories. However, the father decided it would be better to go home. 
That night the father placed the little girl’s bed next to his, but neither could fall asleep. Finally the child said, “Daddy, it’s dark, I can’t see you. But you’re there, aren’t you?” “Yes, dear, Daddy’s here right next to you. Go to sleep.” 

The little girl finally dropped off to sleep. In the darkness and the depth of sorrow, the father in tears said aloud, “O Heavenly Father, it’s so dark, and my heart is overflowing with sorrow. But You are there, aren’t You?” 

And immediately there came to him a passage from the prophet Isaiah:

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness” — Isaiah 41:10

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