Every once in a while — this being Texas, after all — I run in the fog. The clouds visit earth and make the location their habitation. Fog tendrils drift and swirl, filling every nook, cranny, and corner of the clouds’ new quarters. Sometimes, the fog comes with a small force. It seems ghostlike and wispy, utterly transparent. I look out and ahead for a few miles. Other times, the fog brings its entire battalion. The surrounding world turns opaque, and I see only five to ten feet in front of me.
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Fight for Hope
“Therefore, prepare your minds for action, keep sober in spirit, fix your hope completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” — 1 Peter 1:13
Fight Your Way Forward
“For the ones who fight their way forward.” — V.E. Schwab
I read V.E. Schwab’s dedication in A Gathering of Shadows, and it resonated. I know people who “fight their way forward.” They bear chronic illnesses with grace and beauty. They take their work seriously but not themselves.
Art as a Hope-Filled Act
“Art is an inherently hopeful act, an act that echoes the creativity of the Creator.” — Makoto Fujimura, Refractions
Hold onto Truth
A common saying is, “Hold onto hope,” but I can’t. The concept seems nebulous; it lacks foundation; I have nothing upon which to rest. Such hope sputters. It flickers in and out of being and disappears when looked at directly. It is no hope at all.
Keeping Work in Perspective
“Why is it so hard to keep work in its proper, God-designed place?” – Paul David Tripp, Awe