My Hope ❤️
I lift up my eyes to the mountains where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord , the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121 Yesterday, I wrote an article and submitted it to an online magazine. In it, I made no reference to my faith – just grief. I usually always end my writings with a positive faith-filled message. But I didn’t. Why? Because someone commented on a piece I wrote, saying that it was "great up until the religious part." Friends, without the religious part, the faith part, the actual reason for our hope part – it’s just words, in my opinion. So I wrote a sad piece on grief and what to expect, without sharing my hope. I'm about to correct that now. Because my hope, my faith, my Jesus? They are everything to me. I don’t understand a world where things just accidentally fell into place. Where there is no Creator, no author, no God of the Universe. ...