There are nights like tonight where I feel that the words are just stuck inside me, begging me to make sense of them.
What if we began to speak life into the darkness? What if we began to invite others to share their stories, to share their fears, to share their dreams, to share their doubts, and to share their hopes?
God has a strange way of showing up in the wounds and light always finds its way through the dark.
There are days when hope arrives in a gentle whisper, while despair screams from the rooftops; but these momentary feelings do not have to define who we become.
How many times have I lost out on a dream, an activity, a relationship, or an spiritual moment because of my destructive thinking? How many times have you done the same?
We are all going to experience pain in this life and that is a non-negotiable that comes with living in a fallen world. But we can choose hope, we can choose life, and we can find healing, even when nothing makes sense.