“For through the Spirit,
by faith, we ourselves
eagerly wait for the
hope of righteousness.”
GALATIANS 5:5 ESV
Hope is like a harmonica. You just can’t help but smile. Hope is like a hammock. It cradles you, with blissful ease, from the worries of the world. Hope is like a hot air balloon. It carries you up over your current landscape, showing you a new horizon. Hope is like a dandelion seed. It drifts upward, finding a place to grow and flourish (even a dry, crack of pavement), and puts down roots. Hope is like the old swimming hole rope swing. You’ve just got to let go!
Hope floats.
Echoes of Mercy:
Did I grow deeper in faith, hope, and love today? This question was posed to our congregation during Sunday’s sermon, and it’s been on my mind ever since. How do my minute interactions with others reflect my true motives? Am I living intentionally for the cause of Christ? I think this question resonated so deeply with me, because I know the answer often-times is: NO. All of my carefully camouflaged character flaws become painfully open to examination, when I honestly answer this question. So, how can I grow stronger, and deeper, and truer in living a life of authethic, self-sacrifing love when I feel so far removed from the very qualities I strive to possess? But, then in that stark honesty, I find a silver-lining: I can’t do it. Not on my own, that is. My hope is found in nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
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