by Charles R. Swindoll
I hope in You, O LORD;
You will answer, O LORD my God.
Take from us our wealth and we are hindered. Take our health and we are handicapped. Take our purpose and we are slowed, temporarily confused.
But take away our hope, and we are plunged into deepest darkness . . . stopped dead in our tracks, paralyzed. Wondering, "Why?" Asking, "How much longer? Will this darkness ever end? Does He know where I am?"
Then the Father says, "That's far enough," and how sweet it is!
Like blossoms in the snow, long-awaited color returns to our life. The stream, once frozen, starts to thaw. Hope revives and washes over us.
Inevitably, spring follows winter. Every year.
Yes, including this one.
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