photo by photosteve1
Sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way we think.
We face loss, bump up against a wall, wonder what in the world just happened.
It’s part of living here, in this fallen world.
Yet even in those moments we can find hope.
Not the kind that hopes for {because we all know that doesn’t always come true}.
But the kind that hopes in {because that’s what remains true no matter what}.
Hope in a God whose ways are higher than ours.
Hope in a future he promises he’s preparing for us.
Hope that even today’s rain can somehow how become tomorrow’s flowers.
I don’t know how it happens.
All I know is I’ve lived it.
Breathed it.
Clung to it in the night.
As long as we live, there is hope.
Even the darkest night leads to dawn–
to scandalous joy unexpected.
