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In Christ alone . . .

There is nothing like a good outlook to have going into any situation-and when I say "good outlook" I don't mean optimistic about how something will turn out.  I mean the perspective going into something (especially things you don't want to have to do) that even though the situation before you sucks, you've blown it over and over again and nothing in the scenario looks bright to you, you know it's not about your situation or how you are going to get through it.
 This, I believe, is where hope comes in-that thing, that knowledge that does not come from you or your circumstances says that it's going to be alright.  It's the third party that sticks it's head in the door and says "Hi" when you don't know how you are going to be able to deal with what's presently in front of you.  It is something bigger than what time can hold-something that lasts even when you think you won't be able to.
In my mind's eye, it is what we walk out of the valley of the shadow of death or the desert leaning on.
And as hope must be bigger, stronger, and longer lasting than any trial or life itself, I don't know what it could be found in besides God.  Let me tell you I've tried to find my hope in so many things and found it only in Christ.
-anna

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