Hope Is Not a Feeling—It’s a Faithful Return

A Black woman sits peacefully near a sunlit window, holding a mug in both hands, with an open book beside her on a wooden nightstand.

Hope doesn’t always feel like joy. Sometimes, it’s simply the decision to return—to your breath, to God, to yourself. This kind of hope isn’t loud, but it’s faithful—and it’s enough.

Carried on the Wind

Soft feathers floating upward on a gentle breeze.

When your strength is gone, you are not meant to push—you are meant to be carried by the Spirit.