Every breath prayed for, every movement of that face waited on. Hope is her middle name, and Hope is what we march on.
It’s why I cry whenever the baptism water trickles, the gracious jolt of reminder that wakens my heart to Truth.
That He loved us first. That His Spirit moves always. That His benefits are forever. His patience constant in our failing.
We know it to be true, and we hope it in the sureness of promise. That He is God, and out of His love we cannot go.