We crave it. A happy ending with pretty people. Something bright in a world that often feels dark.
Yet images of royalty flash across the screen followed by the cry of cities devastated and families separated. It's hard for a mind to comprehend.
When full, we rarely seek. But when empty and broken, desperation forces us to look at him. Look for him--questioning him.
It's in those times of soul-fatigue that we have a choice. Either we reject Him as unfaithful and deny Him as sovereign, choosing to define him based upon what our eyes momentarily see.
Or we choose to believe him to be who he has revealed himself to be. Beginning with him and then resting in his Father hands.
Only one choice stirs the hope. Praying hope to rise in him for those facing great loss today.
Bringing it home...
What word from the Word can you give to someone needing hope?