This morning as I was getting ready for work, before dawn had really started to grace us with its presence, I could hear the melody of a bird singing. She didn’t fear the coming day or that the sun wasn’t going to rise.
She simply sat with her friends in one of our Palm Trees singing hope.
While mercies are new every morning for many, mornings are a reminder that their circumstances haven’t changed. They’re still in a dead end job they hate, their adult child still won’t talk to them, their parent or spouse still hasn’t accepted they Lord, they’re still not living their dream.
If this is you today, I’m standing with you because I’ve been and some days are in your shoes. I’m praying that we all would have courage to take hope’s hand. Our grasp may be weak, it may be slippery from tears – but hope doesn’t mind.