My so called hope…
I saw a piece of my heart today and it was HARD-2-SEE. It’s like you know there’s bad stuff in there, but it’s still overwhelmingly appalling when you see it for yourself. You see lately I’ve been using the word “hope” a lot in my conversations with God. “I hope for this, God”…”I hope for that, God,”…”look at me God I’m hoping for stuff”…”I have hooooooope!” Well, last night I came home and casually mentioned to God that it seems like every day I have new hope and most days I come home disappointed. I can’t remember exactly what I said next, but it was something along the lines of asking Him to help me wrap my heart around all this “hoping” business. Within minutes He gently placed these words in my heart, “My precious child, it is a thin line you are standing on. On one side you stand with hope and faith and on the other side you stand boldly believing me for what I MUST do for you. These two are easily confused, but the difference is that the former has everything to do with me and latter…it has everything to do with you.”
“… hope will never disappoint us, because God has poured out his love to fill our hearts.” Romans 5:5.
