HOPE. It's kind of a simple word actually. But it's a very powerful word to me. I have the word HOPE tattooed on my wrist in Hebrew. It symbolizes my journey through depression and anxiety. It also symbolizes another journey, one I'm not quite ready to tell the world about. It also reminds me everyday of where my HOPE comes from - through Jesus Christ.
Yesterday, Shooter and I volunteered at our church, Avalon Church, and helped give out Boxes of HOPE for those families who are at risk and low income in Henry County. It was an amazing evening and certainly one that I cannot summarize in one post here.
Today, on Easter Sunday, I am finding myself very reflective and doing a lot of looking inward at myself. I feel like yesterday pushed me to be a better person and start taking steps to share the HOPE I have with others.
Happy Easter everyone....may you discover the true source of HOPE.