“Our hope was misplaced, they’ll say. And they’ll be right, at least in part. We hoped in a God who’d spare us pain, write our papers, and give us everything we ever wanted. “
I love the way Rebekah writes. I love her pictures. And this morning I counted her words just to see how few there are. 111 words according to my computer.
And again I ask myself – how do you do it, Rebekah? How do you find such insight, such love, such honesty, such … “yes” … in so very few words and one picture?
I thought you might like to experience Rebekah for yourselves.
(as always comments are disabled here, please pop across and join the snowfall at Rebekah’s place, thank you)
We’ve been looking forward to the first snowfall. I’ve never seen camp in the winter, and judging from the rest of the seasons here, no one expected anything less than beauty. We weren’t disappointed.
Hope doesn’t disappoint. That’s what God says. I’m sure every person who ever prays will come to question these words at some point. How many times did we hope for something that didn’t happen?
Our hope was misplaced, they’ll say. And they’ll be right, at least in part. We hoped in a God who’d spare us pain, write our papers, and give us everything we ever wanted. We wanted a bond-slave.
God wanted to set us free.