Advent, week 2: Peace and imperfection.
“I was rounding the corner to the new year in every way. Promise had surfaced in my life. We’d had small circumstantial changes that had translated into fragile hope. But hope was hope. There were no gradations. I hadn’t this sort of quickening of spirit in years. Morning had broken. For a few days, at least... I wrapped my fingers tighter around hope. This will be another instance of seeing God’s goodness , I thought with the buoyancy of my new perspective. But how quickly we let ourselves feel cursed again. That night in the hospital, my age-old fear surfaced again like a stain. “Forever” beliefs dissipated into familiar thoughts: Of course. This is just how my life goes. Why should I expect it to be different? If I want something, it will always elude me.” —pg 84-85, Every Bitter Thing is Sweet by Sara Hagerty I feel this way, and I also fear this way. The path of hope the Lord has set me on these past few months, the last months of 2018, has been filled with glimpse