Warm With Hope

Tuesday was such a dreary, cold day.  After I left work, I drove to Westport to grab some dinner before I went to my sister’s salon.  I sat at the corner table by the window at Panera and just people-watched as one by one, couple by couple, family by family trickled in to order dinner also.  I was quite content to gaze out of the slightly fogged window to the wet road and see the rain sparkling in the street lights.  I kept thinking about how glad I was to be inside, wrapped up warm in my cardigan and scarf, eating my hot soup.  And that warm, cozy, satisfied right down to your toes feeling reminded me of the joy that I feel in the Lord.  That even when life is cold and dreary, knowing Jesus makes even the darkest of days warm with hope.   

Sometimes I sit at work and wonder what I should write about on this blog.  Since I work in front of a computer all day long and usually have some down time, I like to start writing my entries, and a lot of times they just seem to flow out of whatever I’m experiencing at that time, and what the Lord has put on my heart.  I can usually write one blog post in 45 minutes, give or take.  This time, I just can’t seem to think of anything profound to write about.  But even when I’m at a loss for words, I can still feel Him close, and it’s His words and His hope that are enough.  And, that is all I need…

Fear not, for I have redeemed you.  I have called you by name; you are mine.  Isaiah 43:1b