Sunday, January 15, 2017

Dear God,

How does one describe hope unless they have known despair?  How can the raw emotion of hopelessness tell its story without saying, "I once was lost..."

Hope is sweet like nothing else really.  It seemingly comes out of nowhere, just suddenly appearing before us.  Life springs forth like a tiny bud that pushes its way up through the long-winter snow. Conquering the harsh elements, the world looks different.  Hope's friends can be found, peace, joy, and courage.  The stale, dead air of hopelessness gives way to fresh spirit air.

You are hope, dear Lord, you are hope.

In the hills
and valleys
of life,
sometimes we
lose our way.
We let
the storms
toss and
turn us.
We get upended
and can't find
our way home.
Thank you
for hope
that makes
the way clear.

Love, Andra