I can’t separate out my faith from my hope in life – they are intrinsically wrapped together on this journey.
Faith – giving hope – the hope of resurrection – the hope of losing these scars – this dark heart – these imperfections – all that I can never be on my own – without grace – without mercy – without forgiveness.
All these I have in the miracle of resurrection – a sacrifice so great – beyond my ability to fathom – a love so deep – more than I can ever comprehend.
But at rest is my heart that believes – and joy-filled on this Resurrection Sunday – the celebration of a forever hope.