Hopeful

Something profound. I do not have. Sitting on the slumpy side of my worn out couch, thinking back over the jumble and mistakes of today in this respite of calm and quiet. Life is good. Life is good because He is life. I’m going to dare to reach for the hem. I’m going to reach for the hem of “He is faithful and just to forgive and to cleanse” and I’m going to reach for the hem of “He who began a good work in me will carry it to completion.” Just for now, I’m going to leave my mental workings behind and look forward with hope to Him who is my hope. With Him there is no such thing as a disadvantage, only more grace. My hope is in that grace. And while I know there will be nuts and bolts to deal with tomorrow, just for now, I’m going to rest in the hope.