Rugged Hope

I’m finding today that on a Monday, at the beginning of the workweek, without my coffee yet in hand, I feel a little thinned out and teetering. But this is the moment when I let go. And dig down. And, with a primal love, choose to hope. Let me hope that God will work all things out for His good. That under Jesus, there is balance in the world. On the cross, He balanced the scales. I can have hope today, even though the rest of my weary morning hasn’t yet caught up to it.