For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
- Job 14:7-9
In the middle of deadness, there will come new life. Against all odds. In spite of us. Our God delights in the wonder of it; the wonder that we see hope clearest when it springs up out of the bitterest ashes. There is hope of that tree, that it will sprout again. There is hope of you, that you will smile again.
Remember: The Shoot of Jesse grew up from a forgotten stump.