Heaven does not hold Hope hostage, but freely plants seeds for the impossible to take root.
This is the beauty of Hope: it is steadfast in darkness and blooms in the light. No hour can utter of lack. Heaven asks us to be willing participants in gardens of Wonder – tending to the impossible Hope planted day after day, watered with new mercies at each breaking of dawn.
Tonight, in the shadows of our hearts, we tend to Hope. Stirring expectation in dark corners like swirling stars in the night sky awaiting the hour of the sun. Tonight, in the shadows of our hearts, we tend to Hope. Conducting the miraculous in heartbeats, calling heaven to meet earth with resounding echoes. Tonight, in the shadows of our hearts, may there be no lack, because Heaven does not hold Hope hostage, and the impossible has, indeed, taken root.