Follow hope’s lead

Follow hope’s lead

hope 

is present in

upheaval 

hope 

makes 

itself 

known 

hope can’t be

shut out

covered up

quieted

the signposts of hope 

will surprise you and 

you will find 

hope

in places 

you don’t 

anticipate

stay expectant

watch for it 

when hope 

shows up

don’t discount it

don’t argue with it

follow its lead

it will feed your soul

#PermissionGranted

What are some practices that keep you expectant? Where do you see hope?

 

Hope made a way

Hope made a way

The pieces don’t fit. 

I want to finish

this puzzle so that 

it makes sense. 

It’s a mess and there are 

pieces missing

so I am not sure

why I keep going. 

I am losing hope

that I will ever see

the complete picture.

I am missing pieces. 

I am not where I 

thought I would be

or maybe who 

I thought I would be. 

Nothing feels complete and

I don’t have hope that 

this puzzle, this life

can be redeemed.

I sift through pieces,

I look for hope,

I get out a magnifying glass

to aid my search. 

Tears of frustration

make it difficult to see as

I try to match things up. 

I sense someone beside me.

He shifts the magnifying glass

so that I can see 

the strong 

thread holding the 

pieces together 

where there’s a piece missing. 

Hope fills in the gap.

He shows me 

that beauty exists

where I see only chaos.

He sees what I cannot. 

He shows me that hope

touches each piece

of the puzzle –

even though I can’t

see a picture coming 

together at all.

He asks me to trust 

that my story 

will have 

beauty and glory – 

hope has made a way.

#PermissionGranted

 

A tinge of sweet

A tinge of sweet

It belongs –

but it doesn’t.

Wrong temperatures, 

wrong soil, 

incorrect amount of precipitation

and yet…

the pineapple

seems to be quite

happy here 

in Georgia soil.

It’s wrong, but it is right.

It’s unexpected, 

shocking, 

and sweet at the 

same time. 

Sometimes,

well, perhaps, 

more than I would like,

I find myself in the 

midst of unexpected. 

It feels wrong all 

the way around.

I can’t make 

any sense out of it. 

It makes as much sense

as a pineapple

growing in 

Georgia clay. 

I have to let go of 

the desire for 

all to make sense to me.

There are things 

I do not know and

I can’t see what’s ahead.

When I let go of 

what I expect, 

when I embrace 

what is, 

somehow,

a

tinge

of

sweet

meets me there.

I’ll give myself

permission to 

look for it. 

#PermissionGranted

Sown in the Unknown

Sown in the Unknown

Somehow,

someway, 

something grew. 

I don’t remember 

planting, watering 

or fertilizing the

fruit I am holding.

At some point

something 

found good soil, 

put down roots,

grew green shoots, 

blossomed and now

I have fruit.

I am astounded 

to be holding fruit.

When did this germinate?

I trace back the 

origin of the gift 

of sweet harvest

and discover it was

planted during 

one of the hardest,

driest, most challenging 

seasons I’ve ever experienced. 

I am baffled and I weep

due to the friction of the 

joy scraping against 

grief and pain.

I was unaware 

there would be

a harvest.

There’s no way to know

what will be sown 

in the unknown.

#PermissionGranted

 

Friends, there will be growth, even in the middle of a pandemic, stay present and try to have an open heart and mind. Be prepared to be surprised by a harvest.

See the miracles

See the miracles

The sun shines on my back

while the moon’s glow

lights up my face.

It is still daytime

but the moon

arrived early.

I love it when

the moon appears

in the sky at the same

time as the sun.

It’s two miracles at once.

The sun to grow life.

the moon to

light up the

darkness.

There is light

no matter which

way I am facing.

I am covered

no matter

which way I

orient myself.

I am surrounded by

care and provision

and I am

overwhelmed by love.

And this,

this is the

third miracle.

#PermissionGranted

A thrill of hope

A thrill of hope

A thrill of hope

caught me by surprise. 

I didn’t recognize it at first. 

It was a beautiful sunset, yes, 

but I’ve seen them before. 

But this one was

unrelenting,

full of  

saturated color 

in shades of 

ochre, 

violet, 

gold, 

magenta,

crimson. 

It cycled through colors

in time with breath.

Breath in. 

Breath out. 

A new shade. 

I couldn’t look away. 

And then at one point, 

I wouldn’t look away. 

I took a detour to get

more time with the colors. 

When I arrived home

I told the kids to run upstairs

to see the show in the sky.

It’s then I remember that 

my day started with 

a gorgeous sunrise.

And now the perfect bookend:

a sunset painted 

in the sky,

with liquid color.  

Visually astounding,

but also a cacophony

of 

hope. 

Color ushers in 

wonder.

Wonder

ushers 

in

hope.

You never let me forget. 

#PermissionGranted