Fragile Hope

Even in the raging storm, in the most secret places of my heart, a fragile hope is building:

- Hope that my brother and sis-in-law will show love to my parents, and eventually to me. That Darla will come to understand the utter sickening effects her accusations of potential mistreatment of their daughter had on me. That she could believe for one moment my own dad, the foundation of our family (besides Jesus), could do anything besides cherish his only grandchild is hideous and just not true. I can’t say a thing, because I don’t trust myself  to only give testimony to her. I fear I would bash her into a brick wall, but I digress. I still have hope.

- Hope that my family (in whatever form it takes) is on it’s way to me. 1, 2, 5 kiddos. I don’t care. God says, “Your hope in me is not misplaced.”  THIS POST contains the song from which this line comes:

you don’t know what’s comin’
but you know the one who holds tomorrow
I will be your guide
take you through the night
if you keep your eyes on Me

- Hope that the love of Jesus reaches the hardened hearts of my dearest friends, turning them to Him, and glorifying God always.

I was temped to write that I had a hope which had been dashed, but that isn’t true. Perhaps the situation isn’t meant to work out. Perhaps it may work out, just not in MY SELFISH TIMING. I don’t know, and I won’t for some time yet. But I know that God loves me and is with me… or I think I’d have lost my mind by now.

Have a wonderful night, all.

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