Faith. HOPE. Love.
Hope. Why is hope always such a challenge for me?
Love, I can do (at least I try). Whenever I struggle, I do my best to remember the love that was given to me on the cross. It leaves me speechless. Suddenly, accepting someone where they are and offering a hand of help seems like a small effort compared to His offering of love for me.
Faith. I can do faith, because there is something that just won’t allow me to let go of my faith. I can’t help but see him in everything, even when I am determined NOT to see Him! My heart won’t let me live without faith. I have tried. That small, quiet voice always gets too loud for me to ignore.
Faith brought Gabriel to the virgin Mary.
Love kept Jesus on the cross.
It was hope that brought Him out of the grave. Hope that those near and those far off would fully know Him, so that we could be reunited. Hope led the children of Israel out of Egypt. Hope sent Ruth to Bethlehem with Naomi. Hope held Mary while she held baby Jesus, and again when she looked up at her dying son.
When I was struggling to get pregnant (I should say; struggling to STAY pregnant), hope seemed far away. Waiting for good news, not having any control, only getting bad news, and still trying to be hopeful was hard. Anyone who has struggled with miscarriage or infertility understands how difficult it is when someone minimizes what you are going through and how chaotic your life feels in the waiting. The little hope you have managed to scrounge together can be squashed so very easily. For what seemed like forever, this was the story of my life. But hope…..
One very difficult day, Hebrews 10:23 lept from the page;
So, let us seize and hold fast and retain without wavering the hope we cherish and confess and our acknowledgement of it, for He who promised is reliable (sure) and faithful to His word.
How could I ignore this? How could I not have hope after reading these words? This God, My Savior, saw ME. He heard me, and these words written so long ago were FOR me. Hope changes everything!
At times, hope still gets away from me. I don’t know why. I am pretty sure I will never know why this trips me up. But I have faith in those words. Love wrote those words. Those words are forever. They bring hope no matter how far I wander from it. No matter the struggles.
Hope will darken the chaos and light the road before you.
I am going to choose happy this week by CHOOSING HOPE. Will you join me?