I often say this throughout the year…
When I face difficult spaces in my heart, in my family, in my Church, in my community, and in my world. I will often cling to this truth. That Hope anchors my soul.
As I sat in church this morning,
I was reminded that Hope was born in a manger.
I was reminded that Hope came to us in the form of a baby.
I was reminded that Hope came through a young girl and her new husband.
I was reminded that Hope came for me, for us, for our world.
Today I celebrate Hope.
Hope often comes to me in a song, a prayer, a word from a friend, in kindness from a stranger, in
moments where I see God’s incredible provision, in my time spent with my parents and Aunt Dot, my siblings, my co-workers, the clients we serve, my nieces and nephews or even in time spent with my dear dog Dutch. I am aware that Hope surrounds me when I choose to see it. Jesus was born to offer me hope, and that is why Hope anchors my soul!
Merry Christmas friends. May we never forget the gift of Hope, born into a broken world for broken people.
