The Power of Hope



Hope. 

A gentle breath of fresh air in a stifling desert of doubt. A wondrous idea that maybe life has more meaning and purpose than just merely living. 

Hope. 

A life-giving cure for bitter arrows which pierce deep inside us and speak to our heart the lie that we don't matter.

Hope. 

More than a moment of enlightenment and much stronger than the chords of dissonance that ripple in our ears, compelling us to give up. To stop trying. To run away. 

Hope.

It's like a soft whisper when the voices of the world are so loud it feels suffocating. A still, small voice beckons us to come a little closer. To dive a little deeper. To fight a little longer. To walk on water, then on air with the King.

 Hope.

A treasure this world will never truly understand. A strength for a weary heart that is beaten down by disappointment and discouragement. 

Hope. 

A miracle wrapped into human form. Hope came for us. Hope pursued us. To deliver us from the bondage of sin and set us free from the sickness of depression and despair. 

Hope. 

It is present even when everything is falling apart around us. When we feel undone and exposed and vulnerable, it comes in with words of counsel and comfort to restore our soul to wholeness again. To remind us that there's another way. 

Because our Savior lives, there will always be

Hope.  🦋





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