As the darkest night approaches, we look for the single candle in the dark. Hope.
We see it faintly on the horizon, beckoning winter weary hearts. We draw near to its bright flame, and though we hobble on frostbitten toes, fingers numb from wrestling in the cold, hope’s warmth begins to thaw us. Hope’s light reminds us the dark night of the soul will not last forever.
And unlike so many vain promises, this hope will not disappoint, because it is lit with an everlasting love, the blessed assurance of One who has descended into the depths of sin’s chilling darkness and has emerged in radiant dawn.
“A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn . . .”
Heh Doc What beautiful thoughts on the first week of Advent. I love this time of year. It is so "expectant" and ripe with possibilties. Your blog is beautiful Lindsey. I'll keep dipping in. Love Auntie Dar.
So nice to hear from you Auntie Dar! 🙂 Thanks.