#hopeforus

[anonsms]

An apology can be more than just words about the past. It can be a quiet promise for a better future, a soft whisper of hope for reconciliation. ✨💖 If you're dreaming of a second chance, of rebuilding what was broken... Let an anonymous message carry that hope to them. Sometimes, a new beginning starts with a single, brave word. Share your hope anonymously: https://www.anonsms.com/

[hinasakuino]

hii, I recently read your fanfic "hope for us", and I'm really interested in it, I wanted to know if you still intend to update it

sorry for my bad english, it's not my native language

Hi anon! I really appreciate you checking in, to be honest school and just life in general has been kicking my ass so bad but it’s support from people like you that make me happy to go back to stories I haven’t updated in years! I haven’t looked at hfu in so long but I did have a couple of pre written chapters that I was going to release but the last chapter my asks were bombarded with hate from someone who didn’t like the actions of Nezuko in the last chapter posted and I sorta lost the motivation I had for the fic.

When I started hfu I wanted a funny crack/smutty fic and was eventually getting to it but started to feel burnt out especially with the beginning plot being all over the place.I want to rewrite it because I’ve been thinking about it a lot but I just don’t have the time. All that to say I’m not sure what lies in the future for hfu. I can re edit chapter 8 and post that just not sure when. I’m sorry I don’t have a clear answer!

TLDR: There is no clear update just yet, but I still have plans for the story!

[maryjavier1998]

hope

tell me why I'm afraid to get all dolled up and go out with another guy and give him all my attention and let him into life because I still have hope that one day you’re going to come back and I might be with someone else.. and I rather be available for when that day ever comes I can just let you back into my life with open arms,,,

[oneclickfromchaos]

The Christ Must Presence

I’ve been quiet inside. Trying to dwell on Immanuel, God with us, this Christmas. Quieting the voices of sorrow and guilt, hushing the chaos and clamor down to hear that ever present Whispering sound of Immanuel, God with us.

Faltering and failing as I’m grasping onto a yearning to see God as a little baby resting among the hay filled space in the blue of the morning. Immanuel, God with us.

My daughter sits on my knee, holds my face with her hands and looks directly at me. “I see christmas in your eyes,” she says surely. I pause all the trying going on in my mind. Stopping, looking to see what she has seemed to easily find. And in that small moment of time, I realize it isn’t my eyes where she sees it shine.

My glasses reflect the twinkling image of the lit up tree before us and in that shadow of what is true, she sees the Christmas lights on me. Everything seems to stall to still and the hum of life fades down a bit. And I see the God fully there in my strife. Immanuel, God with us.

I see in the shadowing now of what is true and right. That he shines back to fill our face with what is only His hopeful light. Immanuel, God with us.

Never again alone. No longer found without hope. Immanuel, God with us. No more separated, no longer orphaned. No longer begging into this world for our worthiness.

The present of God's presence given to us. And as we turn to him in our joys, pain, sorrows, and fight He reflects back his beautiful glowing, gentle light. I see Christmas in your eyes. Immanuel, God with us.