Sunday, March 10, 2013


Sometimes I think I have run out of hope...not totally...but hope for certain things, certain wishes, certain desires.  And thus the pity party ensues.  But then I remember The Cross.  I remember a man who died so that my ability to hope never would.  

Happy Sunday, dear friends.  May your day be filled with hope...fostering it, finding it, shaping it but ultimately claiming it.

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