The promise of Hope

The tiny specks, barely visible to my eyes, weave their way through the chilled air, seemingly knowing November has served its expiry notice. Tomorrow's sunrise will escort December into a landscape of newly fallen snow.

A fresh start to a new month.

I am reminded of this week's advent candle being lit with the promise of hope. As our Sunday reading said, 'hope is like a light shining in a dark place'.

Like today's snowfall, will hope bring a blanket of comfort? Or will it be stomped out by the masses? Or shoveled aside?

I know I could use the fresh start. A clean, white slate. In a way, today's fall marks tomorrow's hope.

I've fallen more times than I can count. I've fallen for empty promises, consumerism, pride, arrogance, selfishness and fault-laying.

But through it all, HE has promised to pick me up, heal my brokenness and hold me close.

His promise always remains. And it is in that promise that I place my hope.