Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's trunk. Behind Tacy's house the sun had set. A wind had sprung up and the trees, their color dimmed, moved under a brooding sky. All the stories she had told Tacy and Tib seemed to be dancing in those trees, along with all the stories she planned to write some day and all the stories she would read at the library. Good stories. Great stories. The classics. Not Rena's novels.
Old folks live on memory, young folk live on hope.
The God I believe in believes in me and wonβt silence my heart or others based on a paycheck at the end of the day.
But love doesn't always generate hope. Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much love or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and water--the wrong kind of love is just as likely to stifle hope as it is to nourish it.
βNow I think ultimately our hope is certainly that people can feel and taste the goodness of God and to find the salvation in Jesus's love and sacrifice. Sometimes the biggest barrier to that has been Christians and has been a Church that is numb to the poverty of the world or just sees our Christianity as a ticket into heaven while ignoring the hells of the world around us. And we're not willing to settle for that kind of Christianity. We believe in a kingdom that begins now and that the kingdom of God Jesus preached is not just something we're to go to when we die but that we're to bring down on earth as it is in heaven.
I really rarely meet someone with quality like this: has great expectation and persistent efforts to earn it, yet also had a high immunity against disappointment. Jarang sekali aku bertemu orang dengan kualitas seperti ini: memiliki harapan besar dan upaya gigih untuk mencapainya, namun juga punya kekebalan yang tinggi terhadap kekecewaan.
Hope, how she had grown to hate the word. It was an insideious seed planted inside a person's soul, surviving covertly on little tending, then flowering so spectacularly that none could help but cherish it.
Hope and faith underlie a promise, and love energizes men to realize it.
In tough and desperate times when your creativity begs to be birthed, loose the confines of the ground; stand up in your faith and walk atop the wavesβ¦
God is writing His story on the pages of our lives.
Doubt is the ally of hope, not its enemy, and together they made all the blessing he had.
The key is love It is the gateway To hope To joy To enhanced living Love is the answer
I hope Limitless.. and its this Limitless hope that pushes me forward to live this Life..!!!
When in darkness....strike a match
I am planting a tree in this bomb crater to remind us that in the midst of death, there is life... and hope.
The lovers of the world are the ones who matter. Forget the rest. Jesus was a lover. He doesn't hate anyone.
Itβs like we have the bones of animals and the hearts of angels.
Davidβs mouth dripped open slowly. He stood with his heels dug into my carpet, a dashed hope, a broken dream. No amount of money could top the priceless look that gathered on his face like an unmade bed. His eyebrows crumpled and furrowed like disheveled sheets. His lips curled into an acidic smirk. Confusion and shock collided in the cornea of his dilated pupils. He was a B.B. King song, personified. His entire body sang the blues.
quote from Chase the Moon- Some people are just downright wicked, and sometimes evil wins - but not always.
Don't ever lose hope because better days will come.
