Thursday, May 22, 2025

Dear God,

Hope, four little letters, barely a whisper when uttered, yet perhaps one of the most powerful words on earth.  When we do not have hope, we barely cling to life.  But when hope comes to life within us, we can move mountains.

I have lived both.  Last year, I had so little hope and I barely clung to life.  I lived in despair crying out to you when I became so low, I felt I would surely succumb.  I prayed.  I threw myself on your mercy.  Then one day, one strange day I felt a stirring within my soul only to discover I was giving birth to hope once again.

As I sit here at my computer, I want to sing a song of joy because today I am living in hope.  When it came back, I grabbed hold of it and refused to let it go.  I could only do that because you grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let me go.  Hope, it saved me.  You saved me.

Holy and Merciful God,

you saved me.

You returned 

my hope.

You called

my name

and I

heard you.

I am blessed.

Thank you.

Yours, Andrea