Hope

You know who you are, let not the world tell you otherwise.  Anchored by hope, you see the red sky in the morning, not as a warning, but rather as an opportunity to test the buoyancy of hope.  Though some scurry about desperately seeking a place to hide, you wait to greet the rising sun and when it touches your face, you feel its warmth deep within your soul.  The warmth of the soul settles the restlessness of the mind which accuses the world of mistreatment, encounters life without hope and speaks without wisdom; settled warmth be your reward.  Knowledge abound in the beauty of the soul which listens and sees the projections of the heart, knowing enough to ignore the tambourines of the mind for incessantly they sound attempting to distract and cause calamity of the soul.  Yet life approached from bended knee, marks a life filled with purposed for wisely one discerns life's choices from faith's perspective; seeing life's truth, not the mind's illusions.  Guessless are the maneuvers of the wise heart which answer to hope; every step logged, every step well lit under the sanctions of the heart, glazed by the Spirit.  This is the Spirit who makes us strong, who gives us the courage to move forward in hope and around in faith.  This, the Spirit of the Father, our resident conscious, speaks that we may comprehend the message of love, the message of compassion, the timeless message of the Father's eternal presence.  Many incorrectly interpret God's promises as an escape from responsibility, an escape from the declaration of truths as manifested in hope and discovered via actions of faith.  We are are such declarations, coming to life in hope of a tomorrow promised yesterday in love.  Many frantically work and rework their person, hoping to photoshop out that which they do not like or that which no longer fits into the societal mold.  Overworked, tired and outraged at such arduous tasks, hope becomes a questionable verb, yet demonstratively expressive in its attempts to sway actions of apathy.  Lost in a cycle of unknowns, the mind clinches its reigns with torments of nostalgia and forced purpose of pride.  But you know who you are, let not the world tell you otherwise; let not the mind settle for something less than love, less than hope, less than you.  Hope framed you, love sustains you, faith your motor set; move with purpose of the heart, speak with the wisdom of the soul, compassionately listen, and act as one in tune with the Spirit.  Limitations are set only by the human psyche, you know no bounds, you know truth as the Father has spoken so act upon such truth with a clarity of the soul and visions of the heart.  Each moment is a gift, a gift of wisdom vested in hope that the next moment be seen in light of the Father's love, that the next moment we warmed by the morning sun, that the next moment be the moment of life's understanding as comprehended and sustained in the Father's love.  Hold onto purpose, especially when purposed in the Father for this is the truth of the soul, this is the actualization of our person.  Lifted by hope, we move with ease, we move about our world, fearless and powerful for we are ready to act with justice and mercy.  The morning hues illuminate the sky with dashes of red, pink and orange, colors which entice the soul to know, to trust, to experience life in the hands of the Father.  The soul speaks, speaks your name in conjunction with hope thus mapping a future whereby faith is supported via action and love is measured in breaths.  Honored we are to seek the refuge of Christ; overjoyed we become wrapped in His love; purposed in faith we move about our day ready to act; excitement fills our soul as we realize who we are in Christ...HOPE...honored, overjoyed, purposed, excitement.  We are Christ's movement for we have discovered who we are in love.  You know how you are, let not the world tell you something different; you are hope, you are love, you are Christ's movements here and now.