Don’t you love getting letters in the mail? Happy day! You have mail.
Take a seat and savor each word as you open up hope today.
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Dear Tightly Wound Woman:
Guess what? I’m talking to you about hope again. It looks like you’ve forgotten about the lasting promise that is within this real thing, called hope.
I know things look grim. I understand that you feel small. I see how you waver in the waiting times.
Fear lies deep and you believe it more often than you turn to Me. And this makes you sad and Me too, but child, I am not done with you!
I declare that there is HOPE.
Look closer, it’s there. It might look camouflaged—masked by hedges and shrubs, but hope is there, found where I am.
Dig a little deeper, beneath the surface, and see. It might be covered in dirt in the wake of rubble and ruins but it is present, not dulling with age. Even when you feel you’ve lost it, look for it, like buried treasure; it’s waiting to be discovered and held close.
Look up instead of down and find it resting above, secure. Lasting hope is found in Me, belongs to Me, is kept by Me for you.
Hope rises and you are changed because of what it brings to the mundane, how it sustains through the muck and the change it makes, all the difference.
You are wound up, fed up and tripped up by a constant whirring of worry and wringing of the hands.
You want to charge forward, or at least try to take charge, but you quickly lose hope again, because life is unpredictable and misunderstood by your limited view of how things should be.
You fear the unraveling because you wonder if I can handle it all, the fall, this falling apart.
I get you. I understand the wrestle, the stumbles, the here-we-are-back-at-the-beginning feelings.
Remember, I wove you together and I hold you together. I’ll keep gently, yet persistently, telling you this until it sinks down from head to heart—until it works its way into the fiber of your being. You: the being I stitched together with care and affection, and sang over before I brought you forth.
Here is HOPE.
It gives life.
It usurps the impossible.
It is true.
It is lasting.
It is not taken down by circumstances or discredited by darkness.
Hope rises still; once buried but now resurrected.
Stand up, on two feet, and walk forward in Hope; a constant companion and faithful guide. Don’t apologize for it walking by your side.
Look up, hands up high and move. Go on, I am with You. And in Me YOU HAVE HOPE!
And oh, how you are Loved.
Take the next step in confidence, with it, with Me.
Romans 5:5 “And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love.”
Get caught up on your other letters or reread them:
January: Dear Tightly Wound Woman: Facing Fears
February: Dear Tightly Wound Woman: Unrealistic Expectations
March: Dear Tightly Wound Woman: Deferred Hopes
April: Dear Tightly Wound Woman: Waltzing with Wisdom
May: Dear Tightly Wound Woman: RESToration
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