My hope doesn't float. When I think of floating hope, images of a yellow rubber duckie being tossed by every wave and carried along by every wind and current, comes to mind. Epilepsy descended upon us as a tempest, out of nowhere, and it continues to storm in our lives. I thank God that I have an anchor that holds. It is from these words that I chose to name this blog:
"We might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us: which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil;" (from Hebrews, chp. 6)
And I have fled for refuge to my God....I am still flying each and every day....only to find that He's already Got Me!!!
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