The reality is, sometimes hope is small. But perhaps hope, like faith, needn't be big to be fruitful. Even a small amount of hope contains life. Baby-sized, maybe, but it is still breathing, still growing, still holding onto the Vine.
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
Psalm 62: 5-6