What Hope Looks Like

I don’t know why it took so many years for me to realize that as the leaves drop in the fall and we enter into the tunnel of barrenness that is winter, the promise of spring is already present.

Waiting. Gestating. Doing mysterious, invisible things to prepare for spring–for resurrection–right through the heart of winter.

God works that way in us, too.

And that, I would label “hope.”