Tag Archive | hope

that still remains

I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”
― Anne Frank

Photo by Jean Pike



The water’s rising rapidly . . . rising . . . swelling
My soul sinking in despair
as the storm consumes hope
rendering barrenness to my soul
The deluge falls relentlessly . . . falling . . . drenching
immersing my faltering mind in a torrent of sorrow
Can pain pierce any deeper
cleave my battered heart in two?

A touch on my shoulder . . . lightly . . . barely felt
A mere breath . . . of what? . . . of whom?
A stirring of perception
awareness of a presence . . . a Presence
Uncertain glimpse of the essence of life
God . . . here . . . even in the darkness
His Spirit gently restoring
as the warmth of his grace penetrates

One breath at a time . . . breathe . . . breathe
One beckoning ray of hope
as He lifts me, reviving again . . .
Awesome, this coming back to life . . . Life
Renewed hope and courage
soul infused with peace . . . His strength
First a whisper, then a river
flowing from His wellspring of love

He is sufficient for me.

“My grace is sufficient for thee, for my strength is made perfect in weakness.” from 2 Corinthians 12:9

Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Cheryl Cook


I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.”
― Andrea Gibson
Photo by Serena Hagadone



We wait in hope for the Lord; He is our help and our shield. In Him our hearts rejoice, for we trust in His holy Name. May Your unfailing love be with us, Lord, even as we put our hope in You.

Psalm 33:20-22

Photo by Elizabeth Melton Parsons

another route


Do you know what hurts so very much? It’s love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel. Corrie ten Boom

Photo: Diane Domigan