I was talking to my lovely roomate Allie yesterday morning. I ran downstairs about to run off to work and I saw her there faithfully reading. I stopped off in the kitchen to chat with her for a moment. We started to talk about evangelism and this faith journey we walk in life. Hope began to spill into my heart as we were sharing about the story of the disciples after Jesus had died and been buried. These two men as they were walking along the pathway were struck with grief and dismay that their savior had just been crucified. Then, Jesus appeared and showed them from beginning to end why this needed to happen. As the scriptures took root in their hearts and they saw the evidence before their very eyes hope/joy burned in their hearts!!! They couldn't help but leap for joy and run to share the revelation that had awoken them.

This made me think of the situation my heart has been in over the last month. I have been walking along downcast on the pathway and Jesus chooses to use moments like these to open my eyes and awaken my heart. There's no way to conjure up hope ourselves, it is a supernatural accurance. That accurance can only happen as we are intently gazing on the face of Christ and the power of His words. It would be easy to kick the pebbles along the pathway and mope, but that is not the plan that God has for us. I don't know any other way to describe it except that God has lifted my spirit and enlightened the eyes of my heart. Hope is coming for me.