Sunday, May 9, 2021

5/8/2021 Job 7:6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope.

A weavers shuttle goes back and forth and with amazing speed. Without hope we feel like the shuttle moving quickly yet getting nowhere, used by others for we know not what.

This is an entry from my Hope Journal which helps me have hope, beyond hope.

 

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