Saved by Hope

Love That Walks Before Me

He taught me about a Father's love, though I did not know He was teaching me.

Through gentle hands, patient words, and never demanding my love in return, He gave. And in giving, He revealed His heart.

He wrapped His arms around me and gently led me. By revealing His nature, my heart found understanding.

He demonstrated His love daily, always holding my heart, encouraging me and building me up. His language was always love and compassion.

Real love feels different. I learned I did not have to earn it.

My Father protected me with wisdom, understanding that wisdom is not forced upon a child, but shown through example.

Wisdom sometimes comes after falling down, and my Father was always there to help me up.

My Father taught me that truth is held in love, for without love, truth can fade into the shadows of judgment and hate.

My Father's correction was gentle as He guided me, for a still, small voice opened my heart to Him. In His wisdom, He knew I would hide from thundering.

He did not shout across the distance, but sat beside me, taking my hand.

My Father did not measure my growth by those around me. He knew my spirit and what I was capable of, calling me by name.

My Father understands grace. He walks in grace, leads in grace, and pours His grace over me.

It restores my soul.

This is the love of a Father.

May children walk in this love.

By — Susan

I fail You without thought each day.

There are moments
I choose to cling to hurt
rather than carry forgiveness in my heart.

Yet forgiveness is a gift—
not only for the offender,
but for the wounded as well.

I clutch doubt so tightly
it is as if my hands
have forgotten how to open.
Even lifting that mustard seed of faith
can feel too daunting a task.

I neglect my conversations with You
and instead keep company
with my own restless thoughts.

And still,
You choose to bless me each day.

You wait in stillness
as I lay my hurt at Your feet,
until my hands—clenched tight in grief—
remember how to open.

Then gently,
You remind me
how freeing forgiveness is.

By releasing hurt,
anger,
and bitterness,
my soul begins to breathe again.

You see me clutching doubt
and place Your hands over mine,
waiting for me
to recognize Your strength.

You whisper through the breeze
that You miss me
when I forget to seek You—
not shouting through my failures,
but waiting tenderly
at the door of my heart.

Your voice reaches
into the cracks of my spirit
and helps me remember
what love feels like.

I fail You without thought each day,
and still
Your hands remain open to me,
always desiring
to make it well with my soul.

By-Susan

I Will Not Hide

I will not hide my brokenness from You.
You know my thoughts.
My tears are in Your bottle,
and You hold them with care.

You receive my prayers with gentleness.
No matter where I wander, You are there.

In my darkness, I find Your light,
for even darkness cannot cover it.

You bring comfort
wrapped in grace.

You do not flee from the wounded,
but gently tend to their hurt.
With patient hands,
You gather together the broken pieces.
You hold us as beloved.

Your love is too vast to understand,
but I do not need full understanding
to wrap myself within it.

The cracks filled with Your love,
the darkness pierced with Your light.

Tears of thanksgiving fall,
for You have never asked me to be unbroken
before drawing close to You—
only that I lay the pieces at Your feet.

You are love and light.
You are forgiveness and mercy.
Your hand leads me,
Your hand holds me.

I will not hide my brokenness from You,
for You came for the sick and the broken.
You call them by name,
not to push them away,
but to pull them close,
offering wholeness through Your love.

By- Susan

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A Whisper

By Susan

Just a wisp of a whisper—sometimes that’s all it is, but it’s enough.

Enough to usher in a thought, a doubt.

The whisper grows louder.You lay down your faith to take a closer look.

And somehow, from only a wisp, a whisper, doubt begins to echo—crescendoing like a canyon call.

Suddenly your faith stands on the other side of the chasm.

You question how a whisper carried you so far, so quickly.

Echoing whispers multiply to a roar, for doubt is never singular.

Your soul mourns the faith you set a side without thought.The peace you held with it.

But through the chaos you hear a still, small voice—Calm, Steady, Loving.

“I’m still here.

Hold out your hand and I will take it. I’ll lead you back.

Give me the doubt, the indecision, the fear.

You need not carry such burdens alone.

Just hold my hand. Hear my voice. And hold my love.

Hold out your hand and I will take it. I’ll lead you back.”

A whisper may carry doubt, but Your voice remains.

You place my faith in my hands again.

I am home.