I am humbled yet again by the love of Christ, and His followers.
I spoke of hope.
And truly I am learning more about hope as life goes on. I understand it more than I did 10 years ago.
And even now, this week, I feel I am seeing new dimensions of it that I did not know existed.
I am a realist.
With a small dose of optimism. And I think that it is that sprinkling of optimism that is keeping me from swinging way over to the pessimistic side of things.
Because I truly want things to work out, HOPE that things will work out. But I keep my hand on the shift knob, because I just may have to throw things into a lower gear because well, I'm just hoping for things to work out, but kinda doubt they will.
I hope that made sense to someone. You may need to go back and read it. I'll wait.
I think I live most of my life, and approach most circumstances, like that.
So what does that say about hope?
I want to hope. But if I hope, and things don't go as I hope, I'm crushed.
So....do I just go around expecting the worst? Why get my hopes up to be dashed to the ground?
I don't think so. God speaks of hope enough times in His word that I believe He wants us to hope.
Pursue hope. Grab on to it.
I guess we just have to hope in the right things?
I know I can place hope in the promises of God. Because I know that He will follow through on those (Hallelujah!)
But what about things in this life? Hope for a better job. Hope for our children. Hope for a house. Hope for a vacation. Hope for a date night. Big and small. Hope can come in all forms and sizes.
We can hope. But we must also trust.
We can hope. But we must also be content.
We can hope. But still know that God has got our back. And it may stink if those hopes don't quite work out how we, ummmm, hoped.
This week we discovered a severe water leak in our home. We stepped inside to find most of the house under at least an inch of water.
To say this was a setback would put it mildly.
I think that a part of me has actually gone numb and has not totally processed the whole situation yet.
Probably a coping mechanism.
But I go back to hope. I feel that my hope has been "deferred" and Proverbs states that that can make the "heart sick." I don't know what the future holds with this.
But I do know that God is already there. And He is the One I can hope in.
May we all find, and place, our hope in Him tonight.