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Writer's pictureSam John

To Hope.

Every time the odds feel insurmountable.

The grief feels unbearable.

And my heart and mind wake up in a state of unrest and fear.


I call on my Father. My Savior. My King.

And he shows up. Right before my eyes.

And, then he works together with the world he has shaped and gives me a reason to keep fighting.

To keep loving.To keep dreaming.


To Hope.

Across Time and Space.


How sweet it is to love and to be loved.

By the God who hung the stars.


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