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An Adventure in Hope
Stepping boldly into this new year
Almost every morning I watch the golden light of the sun spread through the woods outside my kitchen window. It starts as a small glow on a few leaves and slowly grows into a bath of light.
That light signals a new day, inspires the songs of our backyard birds, and ignites the fullness of the day’s dawning.
And every morning as I stare out at this scene I am reminded of hope. I am reminded of the hope I have because God is always faithful, even when I don’t realize it.
The scene before me awakens me once more to His presence. Through the seemingly simple beauty of His creation, I know He is near, just like His word says He is.
In these quiet moments a peace settles on my heart and mind and I reflect on the hope I have in Jesus.
Even so, despite what I know and what I have watched God do in my life and how He has shown up in my darkest hours, my hope feels fragile, even tenuous. I know my faith has become stagnant and my hope reflects that.
I know my faith is not strong enough or bold enough or big enough for the place where I am right now. It no longer fits me. It is no longer enough for my current circumstances or my dreams or my fears as I stare out at the New Year.
