Our hope is found in Christ alone.

When fevers spike in the middle of the night and kids get sick in their beds, our hope is in Christ. When potty training goes off the rails and we have to buy more pull-ups, our hope is in Christ. When we remember all the things we sold or gave away when we thought we were moving to West Africa, only to end up in Québec, our hope is in Christ.

Our hope is found in Christ alone.

Our hope is not in getting good rest, nor cups of coffee in the morning, nor having a couple hours without kids to get some key things done. Those are all wonderful gifts from God when we get them, but they are not where our hope is placed or found.

Our hope is found in Christ alone.

After not having a fever for 24-hours, Clara spiked another one Sunday night. Monday’s plans quickly flew out the window and, once again, we pivoted. What we thought would be a date morning for just me and Allen (thanks to our friend, Jill) turned into an at-home day with the kids full of Paw Patrol, sewing, and laundry.

Our hope is found in Christ alone.

Whatever your week looks like, whatever happened over the weekend, whatever not-according-to-plan things take place, our hope is found in Christ alone. He is our rock, our strength, our shield.

Pray for our kiddos as they finish battling this pesky cold. School starts for the girls on the 29th and we have a church-wide camp to attend this weekend – Allen will be helping lead worship – so we’d like them to be better ASAP!

We’re praying for you, too, that your hope would be centered on Christ and on His works, not on our own plans or ambitions. Have a good week!