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Cheryl @ Olmstead Writes It In my Father’s garden, I find hope. The seeds of hope may take many different forms. Some have been planted, swelling, ready to burst as they’ve been tended to with constant care and concern. Others have been strewn about in panic or simply dropped to the ground with what may seem indifference. Some seeds don’t find it to the garden at all. They roll around in a pocket, purse, collecting dust in the back of a dark closet waiting to be found again. But the miracle of hope remains true and constant. It is a gift from the Father found in the darkest of night; a vine of love winding its way through the fertile soil to be gathered up when we need it most. It is His amazing Grace that that leads us to the lost, forgotten seeds so that we may finally plant them. It matters not how parched these old seeds have become. When we sow His seeds, He resurrects them. He is the restorer of hope. “Therefore if any man be in Christ; behold, all things have become new” 2CR 5:17. He is the giver of hope that restores lives and resurrects faith. He is the water and the fire that creates the fertile soil. In my Father’s garden we can find the freedom, joy and forgiveness that He has intended for us. “Now our Lord Jesus Christ himself, and God, even our Father, which hath loved us, and hath given [us] everlasting consolation and good hope through grace” 2Tim 2:16. Let us be grateful for hope. That perfect gift-His loving promise to us who seek Him. “That by two immutable things, in which [it was] impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us” Heb 6:18. Amen.
Note: Cheryl is Judith's daughter. You can reach her to request more written material at her web site, www.olmsteadwritesit.com, or call her at 512-508-0044 (USA).
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