There’s so much tension between living life and living life*(living love-inspired, hope-filled, faith-empowered). To live a life unperturbed by the current forces of society, the yoyo-ing of the financial markets, the fragility of our health.
So much tension to live in freedom.
I suppose that’s why we call it hope.
Hope can only exist when something is yet to be realised.
I’m certainly not there yet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in it.
I do. But sometimes the tension tires. Like trying to climb out of a deep pit.
The Creator through His stories has shown that there is an alternative to being stuck in a deep dark pit. There is the surface, where there is sunlight and fields as far as the eye can see.
But I’ve got to do the climbing.
And continue climbing. The constant tension.
By the grace of God, the hope of living in freedom will one day be realised.
