Expectant Hope

This week has been full, and it’s still going strong. So much to process, so much happening. Everywhere. Ever moving. Ever held in the hands of the one who has it under control. Because it all feels out of control through these eyes.

But morning will come and a new day will dawn. New days are dawning all over the place. Some of us waiting our turn for the light, still sit in darkness with expectant hope.

This very full week has just about ended and with it’s end, the beginning of what’s yet to come. Always a cycle. Never arriving. Constantly moving forward with expectant hope.

Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.