A sunset is the end of a day now passed. Yet, for some reason we get caught in the reality of the descending dark verses the anticipation of a rising dawn.

Hope is not some flimsy belief that things might somehow work out. Rather, hope is a belief in a God who’s already worked it out.

Faith is acknowledging what I can’t see as a means of embracing that which I cannot afford to miss.

It is not the absence of hope. Rather, it is the absence of our faith in hope.

Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate, but it is crafted hard by the hands of God.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate. Rather, it is something crafted hard by the hands of God.

I ask, ‘Is the cup half-empty or half-full?’ And when I ask that question, I am amazed at how many people have no cup.

The darkness that follows a sunset is never so dark that it can change the inevitability of a sunrise.