I’m still slowly moving into the current of hope. Trusting my heart again to the one who gives us this gift.
And hope truly is a gift.
I received a gift of #secretmessages from a beloved friend this week. Inspirational words and phrases. Among the messages was a page from a dictionary full of definitions of the word hope.
My heart soared as I read the words. Finding breathing space in the small print and yellowing paper.
One of the definitions is an inlet, a small haven.
I paused when I read these words.
A small haven.
All I could think of is that hope is a place of rest. A respite. A safe place.
I’ll be the first to testify that hope doesn’t always or rarely feels like a safe place. Hope often feels like an unstable place. A place of uncertainty.
But as I mentioned above, hope is a gift from God. He has made a way that we can hope. That we can dream. We don’t have to live our lives in despair for what is to come.
He has created it to be a haven for us to come into.
I’m choosing to look at hope in this way. As a place of refuge. A place that I can dream and wish and have an expectation for my future.