May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. (Romans 15:13)
Hope, the belief that things will get better, or at least won’t get worse. Joy, the response to the belief and reality that one is cared for by someone who is capable. Peace, the positive (not passive) allowing of God (and the universe) to be what they are. It was my plan to think about these things while driving today, but instead, I let the words of the poets and prophets of the Old Testament wash over me.
Right now, the night before you’ll read this, I’m sitting with my legs under an electric blanket with a space heater on high to try to keep the bedroom warm enough to sleep in. I did some grocery shopping and cooked chicken thighs because the oven was on anyway. By the time you read this, I’ll be waiting for the gas and water guys to show up and reconnect those utilities. Right now, it’s easy to be hopeful. It’s easy to believe things will get better, but tomorrow the transition begins. I’m going to go to sleep tonight with the hope that it is a transition from worm to butterfly, and not the other way around, and maybe tomorrow’s post will be a little more thought-filled.
Right now, the night before you’ll read this, I’m sitting with my legs under an electric blanket with a space heater on high to try to keep the bedroom warm enough to sleep in. I did some grocery shopping and cooked chicken thighs because the oven was on anyway. By the time you read this, I’ll be waiting for the gas and water guys to show up and reconnect those utilities. Right now, it’s easy to be hopeful. It’s easy to believe things will get better, but tomorrow the transition begins. I’m going to go to sleep tonight with the hope that it is a transition from worm to butterfly, and not the other way around, and maybe tomorrow’s post will be a little more thought-filled.
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