Hope
I can’t hear the word without thinking of the little girl. The little girl that a dear friend carried in
her womb…the sweet mama and daddy who received a terrible diagnosis about their
precious daughter – the little one that they named “Hope”, believing in great
faith that miracles would happen…the community that prayed and believed that
our God could heal her…the grief that followed when that didn’t happen. We lost Hope.
But we didn’t.
Our hope is forever in Him.
The One who sees the end from the beginning and all the in between. The One who loves us more than we can imagine
and makes His plans for our life accordingly.
The One who never gives up and never runs out. The One who understands us far better than we
understand ourselves.
I KNOW that I know that I know that “hope does not disappoint”...but
sometimes life is disappointing. Our God
does not disappoint – but we would be fooling ourselves to say that disappointing
things don’t happen…we don’t always have the whole picture – but we do always have
hope! And one day we will have the whole
picture. One day we’ll see it…and we’ll
see how His love was woven into every hurt, every disappointment, every
shattered dream. He is with us…and that
gives me such great hope.
