As I strolled through the hood, a whisper in my ear reminded me of perhaps the thing I am most thankful for-
The candle of hope burns brightly in the midst of the darkest nights. No matter the circumstances--no matter my dismay--no matter how bleak things look---I cling to the knowledge of hope.
In the midst of family and friends in declining health---in the sure and certain knowledge--there is only one way to leave this earth---I know hope. Hope for tomorrow--hope for peace--hope for joy--hope for restoration--hope for healing--hope for eternity. I cling with all my might to the lifeline Jesus threw me ---mercy and grace and love braided together --intertwined with the promise of eternity at the other end.
When life has seemed ---unfair---there is the promise of eternal fairness. When I have felt utterly alone--abandoned--rejected--I remember - He is right by my side---covering me with His blanket of love and hope.
Even if all is stripped away--and I stand destitute and hungry---He is my hope. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow--not even the powers of hell can separate us from the love of God which is ours through Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39 Words of hope---God given promises of His love--no matter what. I live by these words--I cling to their promise---I thank God for who He is and what He has done for me.
I give praise and thanksgiving---for the promise of hope.
For you have been my hope, O Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth