"All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well."
- Julian of Norwich
I love being surprised by hope. In the midst of our wrestling, in the center of our struggle, like a light in the darkness, hope appears, incredible and believable at once. I say it "appears" because it has been there all along. Only now, it has had enough of our flirtation with despair. It rises, bold as the morning sun, demanding to be seen and believed.
Andrew Peterson sings:
"And the night can be so long, so long
you think that you'll never get up again
But listen now, it's a mighty cloud
of witnesses around you - they say
'Hold on... just hold on...
Hold on to the end'
'Cause all shall be well
All shall be well
Break the chains of the gates of hell
Still all manner of things will be well"