Hope is a beautiful thing.
From hope springs faith, faith produces action and action fulfills hope.
But we, as humans, often squish hope before it even gets to faith. We tell ourselves it will never happen. We aren’t good enough. We will never be good enough. These words are not our own. They are a product of long letting satan in to our lives. Letting him run it. Proverbs 13-12 says that “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” We keep deferring our hope to those lies he whispers in our ears.
Hope is like prophesy.
We say we believe it exists, that it works. But when it comes time to prophesy, time to hope for that which God told us we would get, we suddenly become timid. Our prayers say ‘your will be done’ as if His feet will walk us right to our destiny. When we move, with faith that tugs us forward until we tip, God takes that as an indication that we want all he has for us.
You are a house and you choose who you let come in.
The greatest (and most frightening) gift God ever gave us was our free will to choose. The most beautiful gift we can give to him, our dear creator, is to surrender our free will. Hebrews 11:1 says “faith is being sure of what we hope for.” My hope is only ever for a relationship with that which formed me.
Doesn’t it feel nice to hope?
It brushes like a wing against your heart and for a moment, all that pain and sorrow, all that this earth has set on your back, stone by stone until you feel buried alive, Hope lays off the load. Hope allows you, for that kind minute you let it, to take the kind of full, pure breath God intended you to breathe.
Hope is one of the great forms of worship.
What else could we give our God than this? To pray with that kind of hope, to sing with that kind of hope, to love with that kind of hope.
Hope will build the house you live in. Hope will destroy any addiction. Hope will make your heart blind to the faults of others. Hope will show you how to love like Jesus did.
Hope is a great gift.
Take it.
Give it.
For our father, who has created great things for his children, would not give you anything that would harm you.
Hope is a house.
Live in it.
