I love the Christmas season. It is all about hope. God loved us so much that He came down to be with us. To look us in our face. The Creator of the universe wanted to get to know us, so He came down and got in our face. That is love.

Think on that.

Let that sink in.

The one who created those tall East Texas pines, wants you to have hope.

The one who put just enough ingredients in seawater so that it foams when it rolls on the Carolina beaches, wants you to have hope.

He speaks through the natural world everyday.

Stop and listen.

Being hopeful is a choice.  It is kind of like faith. You have to choose to believe in spite of what your circumstances might be telling you.

The verse I lean on is Romans 8:28. And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. This verse reminds me that God has got this. I have to trust Him. I do. It gives me hope.

The word of the month is Hopeful. It is the perfect month for the word. This month we celebrate the Creator of the universe sending His son. He has not given up on us.

Psalm 100:4

I am thankful for the spaces God has placed me in because they reflect His glory. Green leaves turn red, orange or yellow and flow effortlessly to the ground creating a carpet that hides the earth. These spaces are filled with beautiful things and teach me more than I ever can imagine.