When I tweaked the words on the About page of my Artist website, I had really no idea of the reason.

I knew I wanted to “offer hope” to others through my paintings.

I also knew it wasn’t really within my power to produce hope for others.

Especially when I’d been in a season of waning hope.

Still, I embraced it as a brand, ordered stickers to use on my packaging and even put a sticker on the back window of my car.

I envisioned people passing by and in some small way, a little circle sticker might lead to a belief in the power of hope.

Sure, “Lisa Anne Tindal – Fine Art” is under the two words; but, my name is in the tiniest of fonts.

How do you feel about hope?

Is it just a fluttery little word like a tender feather or do you understand the weight of deciding its importance.

I’m beginning to see it more as a choice we can make, an outreached hand of goodness for the taking.

I’m beginning to understand that to “defer” hope doesn’t mean you decide “oh,well…maybe not”.

It means deciding to give up.

It’s so very easy to focus inward on all the secret longings and doubts, an inventory of inwardness. When I focus upward and outward, I notice things other than myself.

It’s a practice that seems small but makes a big difference.

What have you stopped hoping for?

God keeps bringing me to the phrase “deferred hope”.

Is there a secret you’re keeping? Are you doubtful and desperate but doing your best for others not to know?

Because God is a God of hope, if we postpone or decide there’s no hope, we’re essentially “deferring” our belief in God.

Hope today.

Decide to be intentionally hopeful that God is near, loves us and is only good.

“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13‬:‭12‬ ‭ESV‬‬

For a woman who recalls little girl church being a place more of unbelonging than one of welcoming invitation, more of shouting than speaking…some words and concepts have always felt too special for me.

Being “consecrated” or living a life that can be defined as consecrated seems way too high and mighty and too out of my timid and torridly lived life to believe.

It was never taught that it was good to be strong, only honorable to be tiny and weak.

Last Saturday morning the house was quiet.

Ornaments I’d reimagined and repainted were laid out and tied with gold ribbon.

The morning light was pretty. I photographed them one by one on a white backdrop of poster board.

Carefully edited them and added to my website. Then I settled on the floor and moved to lie down, my face resting on the carpet.

I prayed an honest prayer:

“Lord, I consecrate these ornaments to you. I consecrate my art to you.

I don’t know what that means, Lord. It feels too out of my realm, too out of my reach. Still, I consecrate my life to you…even if it feels too special for me, too much for me to understand.”

I rose from the floor, gathered up all the pretty ornaments and moved to the next thing of the day.

Then the collection of Angel Ornaments, numbered 1-7 sold out in an hour.

I am beginning to understand the simplicity of simply giving something to God and going on with an internal hope.

To believe such pretty words could be mine to trust in.

Because deciding not to hope or deciding a life in rhythm with God is just too special and unattainable is deciding to live in scarcity

rather than abundance.

And it’s a choice we’re invited to make, never one made as the result of a harsh or heavy-handed or demanding God.

That’s the truth.

The truth we can believe.

“The consecrated life is a life let go of …a life that opens its heart and hands to the Sovereign God’s knowledge of me completely. The consecrated life trusts that the Maker of me knows me best and knows best.”

Maybe you’re still that little girl with the ingrained rants in your head that you’re just too impure, too damaged, too from the wrong side of the tracks, too destined to repeat the things genetics and environment said you would…

And maybe you have.

And maybe you survived it all.

The reason is that hope and that tiny flicker of purpose, the light that may have dimmed.

But never has and never will go out.

Let yourself let it shine.

Hope always.

Always hope.

Not a single one of us is unfit for being drawn closer to that consecrated life.

It’s a choice without exclusions or preselected expectations.

If hope “deferred” (decided against) makes our hearts sick, how much more well will we be if we believe in hope

If we “always hope”?

Hope does not put us to shame. Romans 5:5