Our Hope in Christ. HE is our anchor.
A great, precious reminder.
There’s an abandoned house in my neighborhood and I pass it every time I drive out and I drive in, or when I walk my normal exercise route.
It took me a while to notice. Mostly the grass is the telltale sign. It’s not just uncut for a week or two. The grass reaches to my knees before someone runs through it with a lawnmower, mostly for mercy I think.
There are other hints. The lack of cars coming in and out. The missing mailbox. The tiles on the front porch that are stacked up and never, ever move.
It’s surrounded by the cutest bunch of houses all down the lane with well-tended gardens. They have gazebos and bird feeders, wind chimes, and color-coordinated flower beds, porch swings, garden flags and pinwheels. Every house around it looks loved and still this one sits, not just empty—abandoned. That’s how I think…
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