Hope hovers over my good days.
Hope floats around in my thinking even on my bad days.
Hope remains steadfast and sure when I remember "whose" I am.
A living hope has life in it and therefore can give life to us. Because it has life, it grows and becomes greater and more beautiful as time goes on. Time destroys most hopes; they fade and then die. But the passing of time only makes a Christian's hope that much more glorious. (Warren Wiersbe)Teaching yesterday on Anchored in Spirit-Filled Living, from 1 Peter 4:1-3, my hope was renewed in Him, my anchor. The only anchor that holds.
We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. (Hebrews 6:19)
Praises for an enduring hope!
