Jesus is my hope. And didn’t Jesus endure for the joy set before Him?
It is called life-joy and satisfaction, all this regarding God, regardless and because.
I hope for it. I burn for it. I endure for it.
I’m practicing. It’s either that or have no real hope. And that is unthinkable. I will die practicing.
And His finger draws line of light along a single strand, the thread holding faith suspended in thin air.