My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words.. (Ps 45:1)
Saturday, March 31, 2012
the condition of Hope
It is one of those rare times when I don't have to prepare something to say for cg, and Aaron shared about emotions and its link to goals. And it dawn upon me the source of my constant sadness :
the condition of hope.
So I asked myself again, not what is my hope, or how is it, but who is my hope. Because I have come to a place of desolation to fully acknowledge that you are my only hope.
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