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There are days that sadness overcomes me and today is one of them. The positiveness I keep, the shield over life is waning and yet, I do have hope.

There is a definition of hope that is far different then what I have learned and know hope to be. Hope has meant a kind of dream, or desire of something to be, and recently a friend indicated to me that hope in ancient days is an indication of certainty, not a belief or a desire, but a truth.

That is the type of hope I desire. The type of hope I want to have in my life about God. In Hebrews 11 the verse states "hope is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."

There are days I feel lost and without purpose and there are days I feel strong and confident. A psychologist once told me that life is like the spokes on a bicycle wheel; sometimes they point up and sometimes down. It seems like either I am really up or really down and generally far from a middle equal ground.

I long for middle ground. A ground of equilibrium  A mental state of normalcy. A place of safety. A warm blanket, a soft pillow the warming soothing sunlight warming my skin and heart.

What is it that cause the confusion?  My own selfish desires? My own doubts and self-righteousness?

Another friend always would say good-bye by saying- "God loves you". That is where I want to rest. In God's love. In His arms of hope (truth) and love.

The world and it's ways beckon me to confusion and misdirection.

It is the light of Christ that lights my path and I fear wandering off that lit path all to often.

Keep my paths straight o'Lord. Lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil. And forgive me my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me.

Thank you Lord.