Ethereal and mysterious, like sparks that fly up from a fire then vanish or like a cool morning fog that burns away with the sun’s intense rays, so has the word hope been to me. In my childhood I hoped Santa would bring me what I wanted and I hoped to go play and I hoped to grow up to be happy. Like wishing upon a star I learned early the taste of disappointment when my hopes didn’t come true. In my early adulthood as a new believer in Christ I learned hope was tied to prayer not wishes. While God graciously answered many of my hope filled prayers, equally as many heaven-sent words seemed to vanish like flickering sparks.
One Word: Hope
One Word: Hope
One Word: Hope
Ethereal and mysterious, like sparks that fly up from a fire then vanish or like a cool morning fog that burns away with the sun’s intense rays, so has the word hope been to me. In my childhood I hoped Santa would bring me what I wanted and I hoped to go play and I hoped to grow up to be happy. Like wishing upon a star I learned early the taste of disappointment when my hopes didn’t come true. In my early adulthood as a new believer in Christ I learned hope was tied to prayer not wishes. While God graciously answered many of my hope filled prayers, equally as many heaven-sent words seemed to vanish like flickering sparks.