We stepped out of the car to look at Lake Michigan. This weekend the air whipped cold, sand blew, and the water not yet frozen over roared toward the shore.
They wanted to make it to edge where sand meets the waves. We watched from the warm car. They struggled against the wind, through varied rows of snow fence, across icy snow patches.
There they stood two dots in the distance. The waves appeared to nearly swallow them.
On the return, they burst into the car triumphant. You didn’t think we could make it! We ran all the way to the water’s edge! It was hard! I was slippery. We’re freezing, but we made it.
Matthew 14:31 Jesus immediately reached out his hand and took hold of him, saying to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?”
I am so, so guilty of doubt.
My mind is like that sign, hopelessly jumbled in worry.
He reaches out his hand.
The days can feel like night, when doubt and expectation suffocate joy.
My favorite is the little white lights of Christmas, popping out of the darkness.
Those little white lights are hope.
It is his hand reaching.
How do you see hope when you are traveling from night to night?