May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope through the power of the Holy Spirit.
I stand in the midst of this scripture today, pulling it up over me like a blanket.
I've mused for four days now for all to see. In between I count my blessings, swimming gratitude.
Today I settle into the remaining color of autumn, turning my eyes to the unseen God of hope.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.
I've been focusing on unmet hopes, desires denied, loitering fears. This morning my prayer is for fresh hope.
My best days are yet ahead, starting now.
I begin again - listening, opening, resting, choosing and clearing the congestion.