Posts from July 2020

Hope scares me now. Hope feels dangerous. Hope feels vulnerable. Hope even feels . . . a little silly. I’ve learned to be gut-level honest here in the valley of the shadow of death—the place that seems like my permanent residence these days, so I’m not afraid to confess that the sludge of muddy grief tempts me to kill my hope and bury it deep in this pit. As my dreams and expectations have been crushed into a dusty powder, I’ve…