Ordinarily, such a day would leave me feeling wiped out and out of sorts - like a forest stripped bare.
But, this morning before leaving the warm, comfortable bed, I remembered to hope, to call upon the Lord in my distress. I read:
For you have been my hope, Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth. From birth I have relied on you; you brought me forth from my mother’s womb. I will ever praise you...As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. Psalm 71:5-6,14Today, hope was a ladder I climbed - one rung at a time. When I could not think creatively and did not see a way to resolve issues, I uttered words of hope and praise for the Sovereign One.
When was the last time holding onto hope helped you?