I arrange bright yellow daffodils in an ordinary Mason jar and I see hope.  All around me, this hope is making its presence known.  A Japanese Maple unfurls its tiny green leaves,  forsythia bursts forth with gold, and fresh mulch lays ready to cushion flying leaps off swings.

Just last week, God gently held my grieving heart in his hands.  And through sharing my pain with you in my previous post,  God used your beautiful words of encouragement to stitch the broken pieces of my heart back together.  I see hope.

In the past two days, hope sprung from the very mouths and hands of those individuals who tore down my boy’s spirit the week before.  Not only did my boy venture outside of his isolated post in order to join these same peers, but he allowed them to minister to him in ways that only children can do.  Cheering and clapping replaced the jeering and taunting.  Hands that once threw a brittle sand pail now held a wobbly bike steady.  These children taught my boy how to ride his bike without training wheels.  I see hope.

When we fill our souls with God’s hope and love, we are no longer ordinary Mason jars, we are vessels blooming with His light. Will you bear hope for those around you?

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. 

 -Romans 15:13