I recently re-read one of my older blog posts and thought it very appropriate for the subject of this blog series “2018: A Year For Hope”. So today … we’re going back a few years to what was originally posted as “Teathered To Hope“. I’d love to hear your thoughts!
HOPE: a) to wish for something with expectation, b) a desire accompanied by confident expectation.
I started blogging about 3 years ago and was greatly enjoying posting hope-filled blogs in which I shared my testimony, a few funny stories, and talked through challenges faced. But then I got too busy with other things for regular posting. I let my hope-filled blogging slip, and that wasn’t the only thing I let slip. My attitude took a fall, and instead of ‘hoping well’, I was doing other things well. Complaining. Groaning. And worse.
About the only thing I know for sure about boating is that unless you want to get wet, the general idea of being in a boat is to stay out of the water. And the general idea of casting anchor is to keep you tethered to a select and stable place.
After a little time passed, the voice of condemnation spoke up (rather loudly in fact) telling me how hypocritical it would be to blog about hope when it seemed as if I was scraping from the bottom of the barrel most days. So I put off blogging for a month, then three, and ultimately I allowed that voice of shame and condemnation to silence me altogether.
Of course, the voice of hope was also calling out my name all those months of silence – but I wasn’t really listening. I was way too busy hanging out with my old and familiar friends jealousy, envy and pity.
Truth be told, about the only thing I know for sure about boating is that unless you want to get wet, the general idea of being in a boat is to stay out of the water. And the general idea of casting anchor is to keep you tethered to a select and stable place. How grateful I am that my hope in God and in the promises of God (His Word) is the anchor to my soul! Or perhaps more accurately, God’s hope, living within me by the power of the Spirit of God, keeps me anchored to hope. Eventually, I looked away from my circumstances, caught a glimpse of the eyes of my Father, and let Him fill me again with hope for better days.
“With your very own hands you formed me. Now breathe your wisdom over me so that I can understand you. When they see me waiting, expecting your Word, those who fear you will take heart and be glad. I can see now, God, that your decisions are right; your testing has taught me what’s true and right.” (Psalms 119:73-75)
Well, obviously I’m blogging again. Not because my life is now without challenges, but because through the challenges of the last few years I have learned a few things about hope.
1) that hope is not a feeling, it’s something I choose
2) that I have to seek out and maintain (as in guard & protect) hope on a daily basis
3) that real hope (strong, unshakable hope) comes from God
I think Romans 15:13 says it best. Only the God of hope can fill me with what is required to have hope. The kind of hope that is an anchor to the soul.
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.
There have been some tough days these past few years. But bless God, I am getting better about staying tethered to that anchor of hope as though my very life depends upon it … because it does!