Hope
‘A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices…..’ I know a lot of you share this sentiment for the year of 2022…..I’m weary . If there’s a word I would choose to represent this year, it is just that. My humanity threatens at every turn of this road called life to call it done, give up, throw in the towel, wave the white flag. I.can’t.even. I can’t really pinpoint one thing, it’s a cascade of “things” that this life has thrown in our path. At the end of the laundry list of “things” I could list for you here, I can point to one “thing” that has held me steady somehow. Jesus . He is Jehovah Jireh, forever enough, always enough, more than enough. I am going to continue to age, ache, stumble through everything this life hands me, but He is steady and unchanging. When it seems He is far from my reach, it’s hard to swallow the reality, the truth of the matter: I am the one who has wandered. His presence, His peace, His strength, He is with me always and forever.