The Night Before Acres of Hope

It’s August and it is definitely summer, but the rhythm of my heart over the last few days has been something I wrote last winter right
before Christmas.



And over the last few days my mind has been constantly pulled back to the moments I wrote this piece and the hope in every word as I typed it.
And I couldn’t get away from the idea of speaking them out loud again, so I wanted to say them out loud with you in the hopes that your heart will continue
to cling to our only hope, Jesus – no matter how large or small the thing we are waiting for is.



He cares deeply why you weep.

He cares deeply why you seek Him.

You are not missed.

You are not forgotten.

He has truly seen you.