As I look outside my window, I am fully aware that the season of summer is coming to and end. Gone are the warm, moonlight nights. The leaves will soon change colors as fall makes her arrival with a cool breeze. And soon thereafter, I will be bundling up in a coat and scarf as I sip hot coffee, longing for the season of summer once again. Even though I know we need the rain, I would rather sit in my house and listen to the rain than venture out into it. I am not a fan of cold weather and could do without the season of winter.
Go by the way of Hope
And behold, a woman who had suffered from a discharge of blood for twelve years came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, for she said to herself, “If I only touch his garment, I will be made well.” (Matthew 9:20-21)
I must reach out for hope and lay hold of Him, to finally break through the silence and listen for His voice, allowing His presence to overwhelm me to the point of tears. When my circumstances cry out that “all hope is lost”, I will place my feet upon the Rock Christ Jesus and hold on to hope.
Reaching Hand and Barren Tree Photos Courtesy of Bing Images
Barbie, I love your name. My mom’s name is Barbara and my dad calls her Barbie Doll. Thank you for the encouragement you wrote about Hope. My Hope truly is in my Heavenly Father and Husband. I am going through a lot right now with an emotionally abusive husband, a daughter in Christian rehab, and more. God has been my Deliverer and my Fortress. He is my Shield. My Defender and my Judge. I love Him because He first loved me. I am more than a conqueror, the Head and not the tail, saved by grace, immersed in His love and enveloped in HIS presence. Tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I remember that its only a shadow. He prepares a table before me as I eat and drink of His divine nature as I feed on HIS Word.