Hope lives in the scraggly branches reaching toward the winter blue sky.
Do you see it? Can you sense it? Branches bare. Naked. Vulnerable. Surrounded by a barren earth.
Skeletons of life waiting. Knowing.
Knowing that come spring, life will begin anew.
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Yes, hope lives in the scraggly branches reaching toward the winter blue sky.
Hope lives inside of me, too. And you — those who have allowed the Spirit of God to reign in your heart.
The hope of God is a lifesource, flowing strong through our veins. It may not be seen, but it’s there. Just like the lifesource of sap flowing through the winter branches with the promise of spring, the hope of God dwells in His children.
And with His hope comes a new tomorrow.
With His hope comes life eternal. Abundant life. Filled with peace and provision.
With His hope comes security, and peace of mind and of restless heart that the world has not known.
The hope of God is known to those who dwell richly in His Presence and, with intention, take Him at His Word.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices;
My flesh also will rest [confidently and securely] in hope. ~ Psalm 16:9, NKJV
The winter branches don’t question the trunk to which they are secured. They merely hang on for dear life during the winter storms, trusting their lifesource to sustain them until this season has passed.
Yes, hope lives in the scraggly branches reaching toward the winter blue sky.
Hope lives inside of me, too.
Selah
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