Someone I love in the northern mitten saw a robin yesterday. For Michiganders, I’m not sure there is a greater evidence of HOPE than when a robin arrives and announces with its very presence that Spring is at our doorstep! After a long, cold, snowy winter, we need the Spring and its yellow warmth like we need air, it seems. It may be a couple weeks until Yoopers get to robins — we still have a few feet of snow trying to melt, but it’s coming!!
Today, I need a bit of hope. In our house, there’s a tiny miracle that occurs again and again because God is neat like that. We ask, He shows up. Before I fully explain, please read this…
A Handful of Change <—-click
You can be skeptical. Most folks are when they first hear the story. But I could relay story after precious story of how people who needed a hope injection got one in the form of a bit of copper stuck to a surface, defying physics and testifying that a loving God is at work in ways we can’t see or explain. He is big. So big and yet so concerned about what matters to me. The way it happens for me is that I’ll be struggling with my thoughts, see a penny somewhere (you know the ones that get in the way of the vacuum and you keep meaning to put it where it goes but it goes from pocket to laundry to under the dresser), and I will decide I need a faith boost. Today, I asked my God to be bigger than the ugly fear trying to rear up and show Himself so capable and just stick a reminder to my bedroom wall. He did. He decorates so beautifully. My granddaughter and God decorated the girls’ room in our home. My husband’s brother and God decorated the guest room wall. Our party room has a copper accessory. We ask, God cares and reminds. He’s in the big things. He’s in the little things, friends.
Where is the hope? The hope that each of us have is not in who governs us, or what laws are passed, or what great things we do as a nation. Our hope is in the power of God working through the hearts of people. And that’s where our hope is in this country. And that’s where our hope is in life.
Chuck Colson
Hope does indeed, spring eternal. Thank You, Father. In You, we trust.
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