A Coffee and Some Wearied Hope Friday
I’ve been weary the last couple of days. Not just tired or worn out, but the messily twined-togetherness of the two that leaves me wanting to schlep around the house in my pajamas all day whilst alternating between reading, napping, and watching TV. But instead there are two family members – one near and another an ocean away – that are in the hospital, another spurt of BUSY at my office job, and a house I’d really like to clean (and deck out a bit for the fast-approaching holidays). Adding to the fun is a (stupid) cold I’m finally getting over after two weeks and too many restless sleeps.
I’m done. I want no more of this.
And I’m not alone in the above sentiments. There are those who I walk this road alongside, who experience their own added stressors and pressures and who have their own escapes they long to embark on. Yet others still experience deeper, longer, harder struggles and circumstances, who have long ago lost hope, and for who silver linings are a myth.
The Christmas season is not always a joyous one. But, so far at least for me, it’s still a hope-filled one.
For into a broken and weary world, God sent His Son to be a light in the darkness, a beacon of hope in the midst of despair.
“A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.” -“O Holy Night”, John Sullivan Dwight
Happy Friday, everyone.