HOPE

The Anchor between faith and fear, belief and unbelief, prayer and reality. Pause.

Hope holds like a Mother to her young. You may not feel it, but She’s there. Your Rock of ages, keeping you safe from fear, lies and disappointments. No one can touch you there. Surrounded by the unmovable, you are able to quiet the mind, steady the will, loosen the grip. Hope loves you…pause.

Hope guides you like a Lighthouse. You may not see it, but He is there. Towering over the sea, looking for dangerous waters, sending out signals to reset your course. You can't miss Him. The Light beams brighter than a star, wider than the sky. It's amazing, astounding actually, how He knows what you are up against and relentlessly steers the Way.

Open the lens of your mind to life over death, will over way, and let your heart follow. At times, that may be a challenge, knowing that man's heart is man's heart. Protected by self, in fear of self. But you are safe with Hope. Let it go. Hope will never disappoint, nor lie, nor cheat you out of anything. Especially miracles. Hope gives you…

Beauty for ashes. Joy in the morning. Praise in the evening. All inside out. Upside down. Turned around. Change. The kind of change that moves mountains, leaps over walls, walks on water, stands in fire and never burns. Hope renews…

Your strength to soar on wings like eagles, endure the race, finish the course, claim the power, and shout Victory! No dream, no cure, no loss can escape the Anchor of Hope. It's the Alpha, Omega, beginning and end. Unstoppable, limitless, and eternal.

HOPE. You’ve got this.

Bless.

Momma Bear.

To care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Message of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Rename them "Oaks of Righteousness" planted by God to display His glory. Isaiah 61: 3