Readings: Psalm 20; Genesis 12:1-7; Hebrews 11:1-12
A year ago I was really excited about 2016 would bring. I would turn 40 in a month. I believed that I had a plan to turn things around at a job that I hated. I believed that by year’s end, we’d have chosen our first woman president.
Then 2016 actually happened.
I did turn 40 and it was all downhill after my party (which was awesome!). I couldn’t turn the work around because…well…it was too big a shit show for one or two people to fix. And I don’t need to remind you how November 8th went.
And still…I’m hopeful for 2017.
Faith shows the reality of what we hope for; it is the evidence of things we cannot see. (Hebrews 11:1a)
I am hopeful that the prayers of people of all faiths and no faith (yup…those wishes, dreams, and hopes are still prayers to me) will join together in a song of love for the world.
I am looking forward to the ways that good people will rise up and stand for those who are weaker, poorer, in danger, or afraid.
I am eager to see what will happen as I continue my journey from fear into joy.
I choose to believe.
I choose to hope.
I choose love.
Because love always wins!