I’m sure you’ve had your own bouts with trouble, fears, tragedy… I’m certainly no exception. This isn’t some woeful brooding of mans last 2 days before 27, but rather, a reflection.
A reflection of loss. Hope. Brokenness. Dreams.
Season’s of epitaph to hope seem to have repeated. But, my heart is bound to relentless hope. I do admit.. this hope that has seemed to fade strongly from time to time and yet to never fade completely. A hope seems to be ever set before me. A hope for growth. Maturity. Freedom.
So, on the edge of 27 I stand. Not without some level of fear, but certainly with an apt amount of courage.
THIS WILL BE a year of faith, a year of trust, a year of perseverance, a year of obedience, a year of transference, a year of inherent value, a year of strength, a year of love, and a year of full life.
I believe for a stronger year then what these eyes have ever seen. This is a year where hope will not disappoint.