Saturday, August 29, 2015

A Gift of Hope

I remember how years ago I learned that the Holy Spirit is always a voice a hope. I learned that I could ask God for hope; in fact, I discovered a precious prayer in scripture. It reads this in Romans 15:13: "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."

This is the verse that continues to free my heart. I know a God of hope who, by the power of an incredible Spirit fills us to overflowing with hope by an inexplicable power. Can you imagine living a life of joyful and confident expectation of good things?

It's so hopeful!

Hope! Oh, hope! I look at my succulents in the windowsill where I wash dishes. I've washed so many dishes in states of complete hopelessness in my life. I've stood there at the window gazing into an abyss of despair and meaninglessness and darkness. And then--Hope called my name. I look at the one plant I almost discarded because it truly looked dead. But then I remember that succulents thrive on neglect; they harbor secret resources I know nothing about. So I'm standing there, thinking about hope, and I see the dead plant sprouting once again.


I was thankful to see it. I was thankful for hope.

And while we're on the subject of hope, I'll tell you this: Last night, I strolled in the park with friends and looked out into the wild forest underneath a perfect moon. I imagined the beauty and mystery within this tangled wood, and I remembered the enchanting beauty of hope.

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