In a world of perpetual violence, political agendas and disappointing deals, it’s easy to grow cynical. But I’d rather grow something more positive. Something more powerful.
So, I hope.
I hope my teenage son will continue to sense and seize God’s purpose for his life. That my husband and I will grow old and awestruck together. That my offering of words will draw others closer to Christ.
Because in a world of tragic headlines and disturbing trends, hope still hovers over us.
It is more than a feeling; it is a force. It enables us to rise with the expectation that something wonderful will happen or somehow, we’ll get through the day.
Like a perpetual primer for God’s possibilities, hope gives us holy momentum. It is His gift in the human soul to battle against misery and strife. And if we show up on the battlefield, hope builds in us until it creates grace expectations.
Then we can wait for an opportunity to come. We can encourage someone else as they struggle. We can hold on until a wrong is made right.
What are you hoping for? World peace? Social justice? A fabulous vacation?
When it seems like what I’m waiting for forgot to arrive, I may be tempted to look elsewhere.
But hope stays.
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