It might be simple as faith.
It might be simple as hearing his struggle with a faithful God.
It might be simple as looking into the eyes of a lover scorned and seeing her look to heaven with resiliency and grace.
It might be in the saddened eyes of the loneliest soul you have ever seen.
In these and many more, there was hope. Hope that the divine, that God held it all. Hope that God knew something. There was trust in Him, wounded and bruised trust, but it was there.
Maybe it really is all around me.
I had the opportunity to attend a large gathering of God-lovers (otherwise known as a conference) last weekend. And to my surprise, I was not so much moved by the messages but by the people. I was moved by the people around me that were clearly hurting and wounded and bruised. Gazing into their eyes you could see all this pain, but right next to this pain there was a slight glimmer of hope in their eyes. It was so powerful, pain and hope in complete juxtaposition to each other, struggling and giving with each other.
For so long I have walked by sight, but I have seen faith like never before. My own hope seemed so forlorn and now I am not so sure anymore.
Roo Panes-Know Me Well
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