The sun comes up over the horizon, peeking at the pages of my lesson. Contemplating the word hope, I stand and walk to the window to get a better view of the rising sun.
Hope is a big word stuffed into small shoes. I feel overwhelmed trying to fit my words into those shoes. I’m overwhelmed by hope. My heart wants to encourage those who need it, but many have lost the expectation of life. How will I help them find it again?
Hope: To expect and desire. To cherish a desire with anticipation. To expect with confidence.
I think back to what she said to me; “Dawna, I want you to speak about this. It will stretch your faith.”
So I return to my desk, asking God for guidance and wisdom. Searching for words of hope.