We as a people write, telling of who we are, and where are are, in hopes that someone reading can identify. Find hope. Believe.
Over months I have written, and journaled my journey… and now retracing entries and steps I can undoubtedly see where “hope” though being written of, was not so drenching within me as I thought. It was certainly to the degree that I did not give up. That I persevered. That I could see a brighter future.
However, is it true hope, that when truly shining in us illuminates all around? Or the typical “light at the end of the tunnel”?
I can say, positively things have changed. Maturity has grown. But with honesty, challenge is ever present. And yet, how different I feel.
God of hope, speak deeply to my heart of your love and purpose for me. I desire unspeakably, to honor you and pursue all it is that you have for me.
