On my way to work early one morning, I captured this picture of the rising sun. When I have moments like these, I am moved. I recognize that God created this moment just to bless me. Hope is the foundation of moving through all the fires, challenges, disappointments, betrayals, losses, griefs and every other emotional moment we have. Hope is also the joy, the fun, family, friends, strangers we meet, and other moments we can’t explain.
Hope, believing that things will get better. Hope, that God brings us through. He is always with us, contrary to popular belief. Just because He isn’t seen doesn’t mean He isn’t there. We can’t see the air we breathe.
Knowing God gives me hope. Knowing that my soul has an eternal resting place gives me hope. Knowing that the earth is not my home, it’s temporary. No matter how troublesome it gets (and this pandemic is very troublesome), I am destined for an eternal home. That gives me hope.