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. How does beauty come from chaos? How would the human body with all its