Quotes about Hope

She'd once thought God would never intentionally hurt her. But looking back over her life, she'd had cause to rethink that. She was certain nothing touched her life that didn't first filter through the loving hands of her heavenly father. But she was also convinced that God sometimes wounded, in order to bind up. And that He shattered, so that His hands could heal. This was part of His inheritance she'd overlooked before, but never would again.

Yet even in such moments she didn't doubt that God existed. She just sometimes wondered if He remembered that she did.

Thoughts of the future and what it might hold threatened to crowd out her happiness, but she quickly reined in her thoughts and her fears. The good-byes here are only temporary. Someday there will be only together forevers.

The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?

life isn't always just. But God, who sees everything, is. And He will bring good from it.

She couldn't help but wonder at the events of recent days, and at how—even in the face of such misfortune, there was so much good,

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

I ain't one to question the Lord's goodness, but sometimes it sure feels like he can give a body too much to bear, don't it?

I've never tried to imagine a world without God. This one seems hard enough as it is.

Molly?" "Yes?" He turned back and reached out as though to touch her, then stopped. "I'll wait. And when the time comes, whenever you're ready—if you're ever ready—all you have to do is . . ." He didn't complete the sentence. He didn't have to.

She looked at him for the longest time, and he sensed she wanted to tell him something, so he kept quiet, giving her ample opportunity. She finally stood on tiptoe and kissed him, high on the cheek, about as far away from his mouth as she could get. But that was okay. She'd kissed him. It was a start. And he'd take it.

He's so good to give us the bitter moments of life that, in his mercy, keep us dependent on him, that remind us that this earth is not a believer's home, that so much "better" awaits us in every way. And he gives us the sweet moments to encourage us in our sanctification journey, to give us a taste of the eternal, of his goodness. He gives us both because he knows what we need better than we know ourselves. And his timing is always perfect. And aren't we grateful?