even when my heart is crumbling.
It is moments like these, when I am packing a school lunch, hugging my tiny ones, letting my heart walk around outside of my body, where faith has to take over. It is not my instinct this morning to let my little ones head off to school. Fear is saying to keep them home, next to me, where I can have a false sense of control. Hope is saying that God is with us.
Oh come,Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death' dark shadows put to flight.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
( a few posts on hope from those that express themselves better than I : )