This girl. She wrote what I needed to read this morning. Click the link to read more, but here is a piece I love:
"Hope is a crazy thing, a courageous thing. That little bird, she feels the sun coming, knows with certainty that it will come, even when she can’t quite see it yet.
We live in a world where innocent people suffer and good friends die and stories don’t have the endings we prayed for, and the pain and the hurt, it is everywhere. But the Joy and the Hope that we find in our Savior? It is everywhere, too. I do not have all the answers; in fact, I don’t have many at all. But this is what I know: God is who He says He is. And in the hurt and the pain and the suffering, God is near, and He is good, even when the ending isn’t.
And I can sing, because I know what is coming. I can hope, because I know Who is coming.
In the dark of the night, I have seen His face, and I have known His promises to be true, and I know the Light is coming.
And I want to be brave enough to hold out the hope of the Gospel to a world that is hurting and alone and afraid. Not a hope that is the absence of pain or heartache or suffering, not optimism disguised as hope that waits for the best-case scenario or happy ending, but a Hope that is the knowledge and full assurance that our Savior is on His way.
It’s not light yet, but I know Him, the One who is the Light.
And so in the dark, I will sing."
I haven't been writing much here lately. I've been mainly writing on my private blog that only I can see. Mainly because I don't have interesting updates on my life to give and I don't want to bore anyone with the same thing every post. But I thought someone might need to read this today. To be reminded that God is good, even when the ending isn't.