|Winter’s Deep Freeze Has Left the Branches Bare|
My hope has been placed in so many things, in so many people. I depended on circumstances, or well-thought-out plans, maybe a job, but most especially a particular person in whatever season of my life on which to hang my hope. If whatever I was hoping for would come to pass, then I knew I would be at peace and filled with joy. But time and again, whatever I had hoped in would bring satisfaction momentarily and then that situation would either crumble or the person prove to be imperfect, human, unreliable. And like a blustery winter wind that strips the trees of their last autumn leaves, my hope would be ripped away once again. Sometimes, what I had hoped for would last for a season and I would snuggle into the comfort of having that which I most desired wrapped securely around me. However, while enjoying that one thing I had so hoped would yield peace and joy in my life, another problem would arise in my life. Now I was juggling two or more circumstances that needed to exist in my life so that I had hope. For a long time and through many people, the Lord has been pulling me toward the truth about HOPE.In Him alone will I find a steady HOPE. A HOPE that will not waver with the circumstances in my life nor the people or seasons of my life. It will not be easy to let go of my other hopes. And it will not be pain free. I will cry as I realize what I so desired to give me hope is just a passing vapor. And I will struggle as I still fight to hang my hope on that which can never satisfy.
In Him alone is my HOPE.
“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my HOPE comes from him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.
My salvation and my honor depend on God ; he is my mighty rock, my refuge.
Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.”
Psalm 61:5-8 NIV
The leaves of autumn may have been blown away with my dreams, but may my soul rest in God alone for He is my HOPE.
How have you found Hope? In the darkest pit or on the mountaintop?
937) Hugs and compassion from oldest son 938) Insight from the Lord on how to help the kids I teach 939) Joy internal~not caused by outward circumstances 940) Freezing temps and wrapped in coats, scarves and gloves that resembled “Nanook of the North” 941) Bare branches stripped of last weeks autumn leaves stand stark but strong against the blue sky 942) Seeing teachers from my old school 943) Answered prayer in hearing from the Ombudsman of my son’s ship~peace of mind 944) An email at last from our youngest son who is deployed on a Navy vessel 945) Visiting with friends 946) Two solid nights of sleep 947) Lord, your Word, Your Peace, Your Love that turned my bitter heart around
Share: Share what you have enjoyed. “I lift up my eyes to the hills–where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121: 1-2 NIV I’ve never quite jumped on the bandwagon of finding one word that I thought would describe the Lord’s focus for my life each year. Perhaps I never sought the Lord for that one thing He hoped to accomplish in me or that I hoped would change in my life. Perhaps I misinterpreted the idea of finding one word as contrived or as a sign of a super-spiritual group of Christians who were on a higher level than I.
In my earlier years as a Christian, I do not recall the emphasis on finding one word that would be my focus for the new year. However, I do remember one New Year’s Eve when we attended a gathering of our Christian fellowship where each of us picked a tiny scroll-like paper tied in ribbon from a decorated basket. The opened scroll was intended to reveal a Scripture verse that possibly would whisper the Spirit’s voice to our hearts–to that secret area of our hearts that could only be touched by the Lord. My verse involved humility. I was hoping that my uncoiled scroll would carry the promise of the hope of answered prayer for a much desired child. However, the Lord wanted to reach deeper and farther into my life. That verse on humility and the spiritual work that would be required whispered to my heart for years to come. It stretched into every area of my life and I often found myself asking the Lord to accomplish His work in this weak vessel. Removing the pride is an unending work. When, I saw the Faith Barista’s call for “the word” each of us was pursuing this year–or being pursued by the Spirit in us, I heard in my heart the whisperings that had been drowned out by so much disconcordant noise. HOPE~I needed HOPE for this year. HOPE to give me strength, HOPE to give me trust, HOPE to know that God is in control when my world is spinning out of MY control. The Lord wanted to give me HOPE to sustain me.
Gone were the doubts of why people picked a “word” for each new year. I knew in my heart that God had a word for me this year.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
Interestingly enough, a close friend of mine started a jewelry business last year and felt impressed by the Lord to have business cards made with the above Scripture. Her hope has always been in the Lord and she trusts Him in this new endeavor that He has established before her.
Throughout this year, I will be looking for nuggets of wisdom concerning the HOPE the Lord is offering me.
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