I am on a run when my phone rings, an unknown number which I ignore as per usual. Then it rings again, same number, and I remember a group is using the building this morning, maybe they have a question. I stop running and answer, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart, when I hear a familiar voice on the other end.The embodied weight of hope in this season.
Which is why, this season, I am choosing to remember the embodied weight of hope. The stubborn audaciousness of a hope that doesn’t disappoint. I am getting my hopes up.
Becca, love the embodied weight of hope, the stubborn audaciousness--me too, me too, oh let it be true.
What a thoughtful, helpful, HOPE-filled writing. Blessings to you dear Becca! And much love (and prayers for this boy).❤️
Miss you!!! Thank you friend!
Which is why, this season, I am choosing to remember the embodied weight of hope. The stubborn audaciousness of a hope that doesn’t disappoint. I am getting my hopes up.
Becca, love the embodied weight of hope, the stubborn audaciousness--me too, me too, oh let it be true.
❤️❤️❤️
I love this sweet friend. Sometimes hope is all we have to cling to and sometimes it is everything.
Sometimes it is everything. So true.
Beautiful post Becca. Let’s hold onto hope.
Thank you friend!