I’m prone to see the ominous dark clouds of the gathering storm. Storms, really — religious, societal, political, military, cultural, financial, spiritual.
I also notice the diminishing space as the dark tunnel’s walls close in at an alarming, hope-crushing rate.
Then yesterday morning I saw the January 6 entry on our day-by-day For the Love of a Friend flip calendar:
still depends on what we’re looking for.
Oh my! 😳
I went back again and again to have another read.
And below the above quote, this from Psalm 39:7….
My hope is in you.
How easily I forget! 😥
Last night I read this comment by Crusoe:
through a tear
than you can through a telescope.
(No, not that Crusoe; rather, the one in Flight of the Eagles, the first book of the Seven Sleeper Series by Gilbert L. Morris.)
Oh, and another clarifier: tear above is the kind that comes out of our eyes.
So…I am thankful for all these reminders. And for the hope I have in Jesus Christ.