Remembering Hope

What if there were no future to hope in? Where would I be? It's funny how the idea of what will be is stronger to me in this moment than the reality of what is. In my life- tomorrow brings hope, life, and my love closer. It's what keeps me taking step after step, despite the falls, the cuts, the pain. When I look back, or look at this treacherous ground I am treading, I realize that the things that keep me going are the intangible things. What a gift to remember this Christmas. It's not the presents that wait under my tree that bring life to me, but the hope of tomorrow, of next month, of eternity! Joys wait at every corner, dwell in every day, but on the days when I tread uneven ground, when my heart is heavy and my words are soft... then I remember more than ever that the little gift wrapped in swaddling cloth is the gift of hope, of a future. Christmas Day is merely a way for Hope to sing His song... Remember Me. As for me... I remember. Today. Tomorrow. Next Week. And I rejoice.