There are signs all over my neighborhood of a lost dog. He’s a black and white Shih Tzu whose sweet little face I’ve seen on every corner for weeks. I know his owners are holding out hope that he’s alive, that he survived, and that he’ll soon return home. So, while it seems doubtful (unfortunately, we have predators in my neighborhood), I honor their sustained hope. They are reflecting what is God-given, yet distinctly human. The ability to dig deep inside and respond with hope in the face of adversity. We have hope because of the Source of hope. We live in hope. Truly, we live because of Hope. He is the only One who does not disappoint. So, our hope endures.
I am grateful for the Living Hope that I have deep inside. It’s thriving and alive, a light that will never fade.