Pickles & Praise

Hope… It’s a funny little four-letter word. Everything dangles in it. In hope, we can lose, or we can win. We can hang on to it as if it’s a tangible piece of chord, but if we’re not careful. We can bind ourselves up too much in hope. In thinking about this four letter word I take my first deep breath… I have been holding in too long. I sit and tick off the days of my imaginary calendar and try to profess my plans to God in a false hope that he will agree and do my bidding. He does not work that way. I have made the decision to relinquish all control. Go ahead … Gasp in disbelief… ALL CONTROL … I am submitting all of my agendas, plans, timelines, and yes… even hopes. I am clocking out on making up what is about to happen. Lord you take over. I will do my job keeping up but you drive the bus.

Here I am…

And so the story begins.