To You … With Love,

Tomorrow is a Brighter Day

Linked together in the universal longings of man, we seek, for the most part, to live godly lives. As the young bride, being great with child waiting anxiously for the time of the birthing, we too live with an anxious expectations being the gift of hope.

In Zachariah 9, the priest of yesterday's longings called us the "prisoners of hope." And surely we are. For who among us has not laid out the seeds in our gardens with a prayer they will grow steadily into fruit fit for harvest? Who among us does not hope toward an epitaph that would engrave "something worth living for" on the stony markers of quiet places?

The Christian joy is in the knowing where hope leads us into a promise abundant of grace. As the winds of March are plentiful with only a few sun spots to warm us upon occasion, we wait for the fullness of spring.

I heard a singer of songs last Sunday bring that message, "Thank God, spring is coming." And so it is to be sure. Spring is a promise in creation. Hope is a promise of the Creator.