Hope

I have hope.

Not hope like "I hope I win the lottery" or "I hope I can find a parking space close to the entrance of Target."

Hope like I know that I know that in the end it all works out for Good. That no mistake I've ever made is too big. That Someone else really does have everything in hand, that there is nothing new under the sun, that my life serves an eternal purpose.

I wonder how anyone lives without this hope. And I imagine that living without this hope is at least part of the cause of the general sense of anger so many people seem to have.

God will see to it that everything is put right in the end. As an old song says, it might look like Friday night, but Sunday's on the way.

That's why I have hope.

Do you?