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Hope and a Future

In the midst of lies, secrets, deceptions, and disappointments, there remains a promise. One that no human can take away. It is a promise from a Father who meets me in the midst of all the sorrow and blankets me in His comfort, His love and, His peace. No one can do what He can do. No one can give the restoration and redemption He not only offers, but delivers upon our acceptance. He didn't promise that life would be easy, but He did say that He would be there for us to take refuge in his tent. And I accept that offer. His is one that I trust. One that I believe. One that I have received over and over again.


On Saturday, a dear friend of mine shared a special message with me. A message of hope for our future. A message from a Father whose love is beyond measure. Our Father is here to restore and redeem the things of the old. He is here to break the curses of abandonment and dysfunction from the past and to bring a new thing into our lives to restore the promise. And they are just that...past. He will wipe that clean and start anew with the promise of a hope and future just like He said He would in Jeremiah 29:11. But that is just the beginning. God goes on to tell Jeremiah, 13 If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. 14 I will be found by you,” says the Lord. “I will end your captivity and restore your fortunes. I will gather you out of the nations where I sent you and will bring you home again to your own land.” I took him at His word. When I accepted that it was Truth, the lies fell...


The hurt remains, but He will continue to restore and replace those places where that has lived within me for too long. I release the past. I release its power over me. I release the hold it had on me. I release what was for what is because God is with me!


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