Hope and Believing
Hopefully, full of hope. And Blessed by my believing.
Blessings, unanswered prayers, all the longings of my heart.
Are cherished by a Sovereign and attentive Father who gently, yet persistently desires my trust.
Patiently, watchfully waiting for my trust.
Trust in His best, His time.
Yesterday, I was blessed with clarity.
An unexpected gift in the routine of my day.
A new understanding of Hope…more than a forced emotion I try to convince my doubtful heart and mind to believe in.
Nothing good comes by force. One of my favorite “notes to self”.
Sometimes I force myself to glean understanding from God’s word.
Compulsory reading of scripture, habitual even.
Moving into my day with empty devotion, empty heart.
It’s the times though that we are moved by a word in a new way and we are changed.
We remember. We cherish the clearing.
Hope.
Hope does disappoint. It is planted in our hearts from God.
Romans 5:5
And then a favorite song, heard in a new way on yesterday’s walk.
A song on repeat in my car, my mind…a solo by me in our choir.
One stanza…just a line.
I listened and in the clearing, I heard.
God hears my imploring, sees my doubts, knows my anxious, analytical heart.
God is concerned with my calamity.
He longs for me to know this. To be changed by this knowing.
And simply, Believe.
“And all the while, you hear each desperate plea and long that we’d have faith to believe.”
Laura Story, Blessings
Lisa Anne Tindal 