In love I carry hope.
When I was younger, I asked God for an extraordinary life. He didn’t disappoint.
Four years is no joke. Four years means that it’s worth it. Four years will culminate soon when the stars align.
Aside from time and space, there are other things keeping us apart. Think fairy tale, or something like that. Yes, we are epic. We are made of four years of epic.
When Paul was on his way on a boat to be put on trial in Rome, they were shipwrecked. Lost for fourteen days out at sea. They were without food, without sight of the sun in the day, of the guidance of the moon and stars at night. Everyone was losing hope of every being rescued. Then Paul says the same words that I had in my heart long before I discovered them in the Book of Acts:
“So keep up your courage, men, for I have faith in God
that it will happen just as he told me.”
In spite of how my mind fails to put itself around the physical distance, I take courage and faith and hope.