A Strange True Hope

In my flesh I’m so resistant to hope. God asks me to hope in Him (Why am I so discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise Him again — my Savior and my God! ~ Psalm 42:5) Now that I am new, it is my nature to be hopeful. To lose heart is an abnormality; to be hopeful,  normal. This floors me because I have so many good dreams that seem to have fallen away and crashed. I make dreams a normal part of my daily routine. Big hopes. Small ones. Big dreams. And small. Great goals and the goal to clean the dishes. Whether I have a big or small dream, or a big or small goal, they are the same in this: they each require an amount of hope for them to come true. And whether they are large or small, assuming that they are good, the One in whom I put my hope for them to come true is God. I hope I’m alive so I can clean the dishes. I hope I’ll make it to work on time. I hope Christie and I will buy a house.

All these hopes God craves to be trusted with. He is in our Intimate Planner, mapping out our lives with us a moment at a time, deeply involved in our daily construct in more ways than we would ever dare to know. For each of us, He orchestrates a divine blush of the heavens to shine for us, guiding us, never letting go. As all of us live our own daily lives, God coordinates life to work out for the best of us. We see the same sunrise, we travel the same routes, we habit the same eatiries (or not), and each day is designed by Him to bless us, as if each of us were the 0nly person living on the entire planet. The point is that God moves heaven and earth for each of us, and He craves for us to put our hope in Him for what only He can do.

Doing the dishes. Tying shoes. Putting on a blouse. Brushing teeth. Fixing orange juice. Starting the car. Driving to work. That meeting with your boss. Your kid’s dentist appointment. That lump in your arm. That sore on your leg that won’t go away. That house for sale. That job promotion. Moving across country. Facing death. Facing suffering worse than death. The birth of your child. The normal composition of the soul in all these experiences is to hope in God. Hope for His plan. For His timing. For His design. He promises that hope does not disappoint us, “For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with His love.” (Romans 5:5)

So let me assume the natural fabric of my being. God, I hope in You. I hope in You. Through my heart, in this day, in my hours, in the odd and strange and scary things that happen in my life, I hope in You. For Your hope is true.

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