It’s been a red letter word for me. When God first spoke it to my soul over a year ago, it was whispered into a place of disappointment.
I took heart. I took it as a promise that things would change. And they did, but not in the way I first expected. In fact, those circumstances remain unaltered. Yet God’s word still stands. Because of that, I’ve been holding on to hope. I’ve been listening for it other ways. I’ve been looking for it in unexpected places. I’ve been noticing how “one who has hope lives differently.”
The world around me abounds in hopeless, or, at the very least, hope-shrunk, situations. But hope is a watchword for our time, a banner unfurled, streaming down the mountainside with beautiful news.
The more I look, the more I see it. People who have every right to be discouraged, disappointed and downtrodden, yet continue to live with this buoyant hope. They live differently. This is good news worth sharing, and I’d like to share some of their stories with you.
Tomorrow I will introduce my first guest blogger in a series of “Stories of Hope.” She is someone I am honoured to call friend, someone who has been into the valley of the shadow of death and has come out the other side somehow radiant. If you’ve ever dealt with deep loss, her story will resonate. You’ll find out what hope looks like to her.
If you have a story of hope to share, why not send me a message? Maybe you’d like to add your own red letters to the blog series.