Hope

This morning, I read an inspiring post about the weight of hope, and it has me pondering the difference between hope and resignation.  Sometimes we are resigned to the inevitable, and perhaps we ought to be.  But if we are resigned to something without hope, I think our God is too small.

This little flower on the right grows out of rock on the blue dot trail that runs from Overlook Park into White Rock Canyon.  Seriously, it is all rock there. And yet, its tenacity in producing a lovely blossom speaks not just of it being resigned to its spot on the earth, but it speaks of the hope of a brilliant and big God, who works outside the boxes we would make for Him.

Be resigned where you must, Gentle Reader, but never lose hope.