Dear Reader: A measure of hope

Dear Reader,

I’m not sure how my words will find you when you read them, but I pray that they bring you peace, encouragement, and a measure of hope.

I have known the darkest valleys of grief and have felt the deep depths of its darkest chambers.

The anxiety and the panic can be relentless, and the heaviness of its depression can be overwhelming. Grief feels like a journey without an ending, and the terrain of its paths can seem untravellable at times. It often leaves us stranded without any hope of being able to move forward. But my prayer for you today is that you will find rest in the green pastures and peace beside the quiet streams.

May you lack nothing of substance, and may the resources of the Lord continue to sustain you. May your cup overflow as He anoints your head with oil, and may His goodness and mercy follow you all the days of your life as you dwell in His house forever.

Dear reader, may you know the comfort, strength, and reassurance of the Lord’s peace as you travel through your valleys of grief, and may you know a measure of hope when all hope seems to be lost (reference, Psalm 23).

My dear reader, I want you to know that you are not alone, and it is my prayer that this column will make you feel as though you have a place to belong and somewhere to call home.

P.S., Yours Truly,
The Writer, Seneca Howard
www.SenecaHoward.com

Seneca Howard, The Writer

About Seneca Howard

Seneca Howard is a pastor, author, mentor, and motivational speaker who inspires the lives of others through crisis ministry, counsel, and personal development.

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