I Needed Hope Today...TT (Season #01, Episode #05)

  1. A beautiful sunrise on my walk and talk with wise daughter, Sarah.  She shared her heart for the poverty-stricken children she has in her second-grade classroom day after day.  She loves these kids with every cell in her body.  A voice of HOPE.

  2. A text from my dear friend, Cindy, about her love and thankfulness for me and our friendship.  A voice of HOPE.

  3. A quick word with my mom about my dad coming through his surgery with flying colors.  I think this man may outlive me.  A voice of HEALING.

  4. A letter from my friend Kim in prison pouring out words of truth, grace, mercy, and wisdom far beyond anything I have personally known.  A voice of RESTORATION.

  5. A blog post from my online friend Shelby.  A voice of HEALING.

  6. A walk and talk with my pastor friend Tracy.  We shared our differences and our similarities with kindness, love and grace, with humility and reason.   A voice of RESTORATION.

  7. A hard phone call with my patient husband working through a disagreement that we've been struggling with since Monday night.  A voice of HEALING. I will end with an excerpt from Shelby's blog post.  She speaks truth, the deeper truth of HOPE, HEALING AND RESTORATION! "Wherever the Spirit of the Lord is present, He gives freedom. And the Spirit is EVERYWHERE. God knows we long for freedom—freedom to live and love and laugh and experience the grandeur and beauty of this precious life He’s given us. Freedom from evil, discord, scarcity, oppression, shame. If we would only look longer into the eyes of every person we meet, friends and foes, perhaps the God in them would have a better chance of connecting with the God in us. Together is the only way we press forward through these moments of suffering. Arm in arm, heart to heart, breath to breath. Let’s make sure we love...with every fiber of our being. Love binds, love sustains, love endures, love heals, LOVE WINS." (Read her entire post here)

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