A bridge has been built between my unstable past and my solid future.
It is up to me to walk across it.
As I walk, I look down seeing the dreams and ideas that have fallen below.
My hope can no longer reside in those things.
Not in a marriage, not in a degree, not in a cute house with great appliances.
My hope won’t rest in a great wardrobe or the best body or the most wonderful travels.
My hope is in the Lord.
My dreams have been too small.
My vision cloudy.
‘ And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the LORD’