"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, But when desire comes, it is the tree of life." Part of my wrestling right now is that I am hesitant to hope, having seen many hopes dashed time and time again. But I think the heart was fashioned to always hope - it has to always hope in something. And it has an amazing amnesia of what happened to hope the time before.
Yes, scary though it is, I will trust to hope.
"Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoices; My flesh will also rest in hope."
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