I read an article in the news last night before I went to bed. It was about an 11 year old Syrian boy who watched his entire family killed while he played dead on the floor to keep them from shooting him. Some say the story is propaganda. I don't know what the truth is. I woke up this morning praying for those who were affected by this attack. I felt such grief for them. I could not imagine what it would feel like to witness something like that. My heart was broken.
As I was praying I felt a sense a peace. I just kept hearing these words over and over in my head, "What does Hope look like"? I started to get pictures in my head about what it looks like. I know there are so many who don't have hope. There are so many who just need someone to tell them there is hope.
Today I realized for the first time that to have hope you must first believe that there is hope. I have heard so many people say these last few months, "Why bother, there is no hope". Why do we say that? Why is it so easy for us to let others trick us into believing that? Today I am grateful that I know there is hope. Today I am grateful that I know where Hope comes from. Today I am grateful that I have a voice to share that hope with others.
When we moved to Miami 10 months ago one of the things that we really wanted to do was show people that there is hope. As we have had to go through the ups and downs of getting settled into a new community it has been difficult at times to remember this ourselves. Please pray that we will always know there is hope and that we can share that with everyone we meet.
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