To hope means we know there is something bigger than us, something that we are a part of that is more than the “now.”
As women we take on many roles in a single day. Today I am a mother, wife, daughter, friend, lover, chef, house cleaner, leader, encourager, giver, driver, listener, and the list goes on and on. But of all the things I am, the most important role is this: I am loved. When I am tired, pulled in every direction and feel like I have nothing left, I remind myself that there is a God who loves me (He is Love itself) and everything else falls under this umbrella of truth. Rest in this today, dear one. You are loved.
Hands were meant to grasp, fingers to intertwine, eyes to be seen, feet to walk, mouths to speak, and there are no exceptions. That means you, you refugee.
So when Christ talks of God’s kingdom coming to the earth, He is not referencing some intangible concept, he is talking about us as a restored and reconciled people – a people who are works of art.
This morning as we played Martin Luther King’s “I Have A Dream” speech for our three-year old, she listened contently. Here are a few of her comments:
When you are tired and overworked, ignored or cast aside, God asks you, “Do you know who you are?”