“….A man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh.” Genesis 2:24

But the Darkness comes calling and what once was one is torn in two. His heart grows hard. Her heart cries out as he drifts away from God…drifts away from her and goes his own way.

She’s left to drown…the undertow sucking the breath from her chest. Sucking her down. Sucking her under.

Until HOPE appears on Love’s horizon and she grabs hold…clings to HOPE for dear life because she knows that she knows that she knows that no matter how high the floodwaters may rise…

HOPE FLOATS.

HOPE ALWAYS FLOATS.

It’s a Good Thing to Hope for Help from God

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, 
   the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember— 
   the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember, 
   and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, 
   his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning. 
   How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over). 
   He’s all I’ve got left.

God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits, 
   to the woman who diligently seeks.
It’s a good thing to quietly hope, 
   quietly hope for help from God.
It’s a good thing when you’re young 
   to stick it out through the hard times.

When life is heavy and hard to take, 
   go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: 
   Wait for hope to appear.
Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. 
   The “worst” is never the worst.

Lamentation 3:19-30 (The Message, emphasis added)