When Hope Meets Grace

As usual, I feel nervous sharing parts of my past, but I am doing it anyway.

I think the nervousness comes from knowing that some of the things I write about were not just “lessons” to me. They were real seasons. Hard ones. Humbling ones. The kind that change how you see yourself, life, and God. So whenever I write from that place, there is always a part of me that feels exposed.

But I also know that grace does not only meet us in private. Sometimes it asks us to tell the truth about what it carried us through.

This week, I wrote a personal reflection in the Omosa Journal titled “When Hope Meets Grace.” There is a bit of wordplay in the title, but it carries something real for me. My name is Tsholofelo "Hope", and this article came from reflecting on what it means to live long enough to see hope meet grace.

It also sets the tone, I believe, we need for the week ahead.

Over the next few days, we will be leaning more deeply into stewardship - whether in prayer, in the marketplace, in sharpening, in fasting, in rest, and in the quiet work of becoming.

And on Thursday, I especially want to invite you to join The Foundry, where I will be reflecting on a book I recently finished: Kingdom Stewardship by Dr Tony Evans.

This week, we move not like owners, but like stewards.

One, Perfect Love.

Read the journal entry here: https://www.omosa.co.za/when-hope-meets-grace/