When I first started writing this blog, it was part of my own journey, processing a life that wasn’t what I anticipated. It was grasping at someone (anyone) out there in Christendom whose life wasn’t perfect.
It was an attempt to be real with others when I needed a soft place to land after crashing and burning so many times before.
Acknowledgement that even with a picket fence, there’s still crap on the other side. At least for our picket fence. It borders our garden that has fresh with manure on it as we speak.
I’ve limitedly shared what’s behind the broken fence because, to be honest, it’s still too fresh. The pain a little too deep and the vulnerability it brings a little too scary. Yet I share it in a heartbeat to those who need hope of a living God who redeems lives and restores the years the locusts have eaten. (Joel 2:25)
Hope. Something I’ve needed many times but couldn’t find. Something I was so desperate for but could not hold on to.
I’m convinced one of the most healing elements of humanity is hope. Not false hope, but real hope.
God taught me this principle years and years ago, and every once in a while I have to return to it. A passage ringing in my mind is one we can take great comfort in, no matter what our life looks like beyond the fence. Cling to it today if you need to. It’s the hope that never fails.