I know it is living, because it continued without my sustaining it.
I did not feed hope today.
Jesus did.
He tended and cultivated the little seed of hope, watering it with the life-giving sustenance only He can provide, giving me the comfort and the joy of resting in Him without having to do anything. Without being required to live in a certain way. Without being required to be happy and smiling, healthy and pumped for the day.
He accepted my frustration, my numbness, my sickness, my fickleness.
He is constant, faithful, loving, merciful, patient, giving, and on and on in endless, overpowering grace cascading down from the throne room of heaven.
For you, O Lord, are my hope,
my trust, O LORD, from my youth.
(Psalm 71:5 ESV)
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