Sadly most papers are not filled with stories of hope.
Sensations sells and 'real' reporters chase stories that will make the headlines. (At least that's what I think real reporters do.)
When I started this blog two years later, from a Skyscraper in
the heart of Bangkok, I chose the name as a reminder of the kind of stories I
wanted to tell. Stories of faith, hope, love and redemption.
The story of the Good News that I believe is weaved through our lives like a golden thread. One that is very easy to miss if you’re not always on the lookout for it.
I had no idea how much I needed this perspective. To keep my eyes and ears open for stories of hope, even in the midst of ordinary days.
How it would give me a sense of permission to be curious and ask questions, take notes, make observations, and then attempt to order my thoughts in a way that would make sense to someone else before I hit ‘publish’.
I came to the conclusion that our testimonies are always the most powerful means of
sharing the hope we believe, but honesty is key.
If we're not willing to admit our struggles, we're not telling the full story of how victory can be found only in Jesus.