Hope

Hope

for everything there is a season…

“It’s like darkness … and all of a sudden there is a spark. That’s hope,” she said.

Words captured from the heart of a young girl. 

And there it was - the spark. The spark in the darkness. Seen in the faces of young girls using their gifts. Gifts of sign language and dance - to worship Him. Even a mask couldn’t hide the reminders of hope illuminated on their faces.

It was food for my soul. Always nourishing. But after an earlier day of the heaviness and weariness that aches, it was a balm for the soul as well.

As tears flowed, my soul knew there’s no other way - the message He placed on each heart there that day - 

hold on to Hope.