2018: A Year For Hope (Week 3)

She closes the door and leans up against it, but it does no good. She can still hear the cutting rants of her stepson as he shouts to the world how much he hates her, how he wishes his dad never married her, and begs her to go away and leave them alone. Sometimes she thinks it might be better if she did leave, as her rejection by the kids has created a chasm between her and her husband as wide as the Grand Canyon. They married three years ago. She thought things would be better by now, that they would find a way to work things out together … as a family. She slumps to the floor and softly weeps.

Behind-the-veil glimpses like the one above and those shared in the prior week’s reveal and remind us that we all experience trials and hardships, pain, and disappointments in life and to varying degrees.

Broken homes
Family conflict
Financial strain
Unhealthy environments
Health issues
Peer pressure
Strained relationships
… and the list goes on…

And it is during the absolute darkest moments of these trials that the enemy of our souls is quick to whisper (or sometimes shout):

“It / he / she will never change”.
“You will never change”.
“There is no hope”.

While praying about the content of this post, my spirit ached for those weighed down by these types of heartaches while my mind recalled my own darkest days. A dysfunctional and abusive upbringing.  Abandonment.  An abusive marriage. Years of nightmares. The hard work of healing and restoration. In those days, hope seemed evasive and there were seasons when by all appearances hope just flat out left and moved to another country altogether!

But you can’t experience HOPE until you know how deeply and completely you are loved.

And what exactly is “hope” anyways? If you ask Google for the meaning of hope you get the following:
1. (n) A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen
2. (n) A feeling of trust
3. (v) Want something to happen or be the case

And according to Wikipedia,  hope is an optimistic state of mind that is based on an expectation of positive outcomes with respect to events and circumstances in one’s life or the world at large. As a verb, its definitions include: “expect with confidence” and “to cherish a desire with anticipation”.

As accurate as those descriptions of hope may be, they pale in comparison to Bible-Hope. Bible-Hope is a better kind of hope, for Bible-Hope is tied to a promise of God, or a truth found in the Word of God.


untitled –  a work in progress, PHTW 1.15.18

But you can’t experience Bible-Hope (hereafter referred to as HOPE) until you know how deeply and completely you are loved. Why? Because if you don’t know-that-you-know-that-you-know that you are deeply loved by God, you will never be able to trust (confidently reply upon) Him or His promises.


An old song comes to mind … one that brought me a lot of comfort during some of my darkest days.  I pray you will listen to it with an open heart, and let the Lord speak to you of His deep and all consuming desire to cherish you, treasure you, and love you completely.   “You Can Belong To Me”  by Joanna Carlson.



If you have been following along, above is the initial sketch for the word picture along with it’s progression to the current state in the larger picture.   There are components of this piece that are going to be revealed as this blog series continues, so please keep coming back to watch the image in my head/heart come to life on paper.  
What do you think would be a good name or caption for this particular word picture?
Also, I would love to hear your thoughts and comments about any of the word pictures in this blog series, or any other of my posts.  My prayer is that they will speak something unique to your heart/spirit, and I would be honored to know how they move or impact you.
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2018: A Year For Hope (Week 2)

“I hate my job”, he mumbles to no one particular.  “It was the best way to put food on the table when the kids were small, but then there was a mortgage to pay, and college after that.  I didn’t mind so much when Barb was there to come home to – but she’s long gone now.  I’m old and I’m tired.  I feel trapped in a life I don’t want anymore”. 

“You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” — Winnie the Pooh (Pooh’s Most Grand Adventure)

All of us have areas of disappointment in our lives, places where we feel old and stuck.  Vacant landscapes where hope blew away like dry leaves on a windy day.

What if it wasn’t too late?  What if you could become unstuck?  What if hope returned?

“Now I’m just a beggar in the presence of a King
I wish I could bring so much more
But if it’s true You use broken things
Then here I am Lord, I’m all Yours”

(Broken Things, Matthew West)


January 2018

This section of “Broken Things” by Matthew West has playing in my head for the last 3-4 days, even waking me in the middle of the night.

My prayer is that you let those few short lines remind you that is never too late.  You are never too old.  You don’t have to stay stuck.  God is ever willing to transform your life, or more specifically, He is ready, willing and able to transform (remake/reinvent) every part of it that you are willing to surrender to Him.

“No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame.”  (Psalm 23:3)

So the question becomes, can you trust Him with your hope for something better?

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2018: A Year For Hope (Week 1)

He wakes at 5 am, gets in a quick workout, and starts the workday by 7:30. He works hard and makes enough to keep the bills paid, sometimes with a little extra at the end of the month. His friends know him as a kind and well-adjusted guy, someone who has weathered some tough storms in recent years but emerged OK on the other side.

But there are things that he doesn’t talk about. Areas of his life so parched and dry that the aching for fulfillment eventually got to be too much for him.

He built a wall, to keep the emptiness contained.
He built a wall, so he could function.
He has routines, and the busyness keeps him distracted.
It keeps the ache at bay.

“He has besieged and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship. He has made me live in dark places, like those who have long been dead. He has walled me in so that I cannot get out; He has weighted down my chain. Even when I cry out and shout for help, He shuts out my prayer.” (Lamentations 3:5-8, Amplified)

The blue light of the alarm clock mocks her, chiding her for being awake at this hour. She rolls over and pulls up the blanket even higher. She tries to push it away, but the emptiness from the other side of the bed swallows her. Finally, she gives in and her tears silently absorb into the pillow.

“My soul has been cast far away from peace; I have forgotten happiness. So I say, “My strength has perished and so has my hope and expectation from the LORD.””(Lamentations 3:17-18, Amplified)

What happens when you play a country song backwards?
You get your wife back, your dog back, your truck back ….


The whole of Lamentations, Chapter 3 reminds me of a country song. It tells a miserable story of trial and disappointment, of deep pain and questioning.

We all have experienced the gut wrenching pain of loss, disappointment, and loneliness. We have all built walls, and wear facades so others won’t see what we’re hiding behind them. Maybe his walls are tall and mighty, built over many decades. Maybe hers are new and still fragile. Some people have walled off huge sections of themselves, while others portray an illusion of openness while managing to tightly guard their innermost selves under lock and key. We all have lost hope at some point or another and can relate to the Lamentations of Jeremiah on behalf of the people of Israel.  What a terrible feeling that is – to have reached a place of non-expectation in or from the LORD.

But what I find most remarkable about this passage of scripture is that even in all of the pain and hopelessness, there is a pathway back to hope.

“But this I call to mind, therefore I have hope. It is because of the LORD’s lovingkindnesses that we are not consumed, because His compassions never fail. They are new every morning.”   (Lamentations 3:24, Amplified)


January 2018

How does one do that? How does someone have no hope (vs 18) and have hope (vs 24) at the same time?

I think the answer is hidden in seven little words, for immediately following the declaration of hopelessness in God, the writer calls to mind the lovinkindnesses (plural) of God  …

… and hope revives!


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2018: A Year For Hope (Prologue)

Have you ever lost hope?  If being honest, I know I have – at least for some things, or during long dry seasons.

I have lost hope for things longed (even prayed) for to have happened by now, and yet here I am … eyes weary from straining to see something emerge on the far horizon.

Dreams that I eventually gave up watering, that now hang sun-shriveled on the vine like snap peas I forgot to pick from last summers garden.

I think we have all lost hope, and yet hope is what is needed now more than ever!

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.  ~Proverbs 13:12

In 2014, no – earlier than that.  In 2010, the Lord gave me a strong desire to start blogging.  I didn’t know what I was doing, so I started by writing about what was on my heart at the time.  I started again in 2014, testifying about the God who rescue me from an abusive past. And now, at the close of 2017, here I am ready to start yet again,  But this time, with some specific instructions:  a weekly post on the case for hope (not of hope) in 2018.

HOPE – a desire accompanied by confident expectation

Rough sketch for watercolor (December 2017)

Expectation for good.  Expectation for the thing desired.

A dear friend spoke something over me in 2017, which evolved into a word picture that I sketched and am now attempting to bring to life in watercolor (to be revealed in future posts).I hope you will consider returning to this blog series periodically throughout 2018, and I would greatly appreciate your prayers as I seek to speak the voice of hope to a heart-sick world. 

Until next year and the inaugural post of this 52 week series, praying God stir up in us the seeds of hope for greater things in 2018.


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Only You!

I can’t stand it – I have to get this out!  Not all of it, because the story isn’t quite yet ready to tell … but I’m about to explode, so I’m going to share the next best thing!

This song came to me (approx. 2003) after a similar OMG experience!  OMG as in “Sweet Lord Jesus, why do you love me so much as to do that for me?” kind of thing!  And from the outpouring of gratitude from that OMG experience, this song came out of my heart and I’ve been singing it since to Him for years.

Only You
Written by Jenny Hopewell

Only You would do something like this Lord
Only You would do something like this Lord
For You are faithful, and you are good
And You look after Your children, like a good Daddy should
Only You, Only You would do something like this Lord
For me