In the beginning, He was there... and He's there still. He's handing you a beginning, waiting at your end.

So, meet Him there, and take all He has to give. Let your will melt away. And as you feel weak as a child, let your hope rise like a child's, for its only children who get carried. And it's only the hopeful who know how sweet is a joy long looked for, and how real a dream long fought for can become, years before it's real enough for others to see.

Good morning, hope in God.