Longing for the winter as if its going to bring with it the winning lottery numbers…. or maybe i’m simply longing for the next season to finally turn over and lay with me…. I do enjoy a good spoon.
Sometimes, when it’s difficult to pull myself out of certain funks, a new coming season often brings a new and endless hope. Even as a child of God, follower of Jesus Christ (do I sound fancy yet?), I don’t always allow myself the ability to quiet and calm so I may operate in the peace that passes understanding, to rely on prayer rather than fretting.
Hope, in all her majesty, she is the seed of future and of love. To count on her even when she is seemingly nowhere to be found, mentally shape-shifting her into faith…. can feel like it’s the only visible pathway leading out of despair.
This is where beauty in brokenness is found. To see not only our power in the hope we’re able to manifest, but also seeing where God always was… that when we thought we were suffering alone, we indeed had love right beside us… covering us the entire time.❤
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