I often wonder which way I’m heading in life…Is it forward, backward, or in-between? Who will I become? Will I simply exist, holding on to weak faith, failed dreams, and mediocrity?
These questions plague my mind at various times during my day, leading me to feelings of despair, hopelessness, and regret. And yet, despite my persistent pessimism, my heart and soul cannot explain away the hope I have for the future. Beauty still appears in the most bizarre of circumstances. Hope is a form of beauty, if you were to ask me; hope reminds us that there are better things than our present surroundings. As if looking into a beautiful painting of a distant land, hope transports us to another place where the possibilities are endless.
Hope is a word thrown about frivolously in our culture, especially when it relates to matters of the heart. And yet, in our abuse of the word, have we completely neglected its inherent meaning? The same could be said of words like “love” and “goodness”; we often misplace the depth of a word’s meaning with a more palatable interpretation that turns into abstract fluff devoid of value. We use words like “hope” in regards to everything, decreasing its value each time it is applied to worthless daily tasks… “I hope they made my coffee right.” Really? Have our eternal hopes and dreams become so pedestrian?
“For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” – Romans 8:24-25
The older we get, the more we simplify our “hopes” in order to become more practical, as well as to make our dreams more attainable. In other words, we lose the ability fully grasp the power of hope.
What if we can hope for better things, even if our lives haven’t turned out like we planned? What if healing is possible, even when our fears tell us that we’ll always be broken? What if grace and love do exist in a world desperately searching for a warm embrace? What if God hasn’t abandoned us to our own self-destructive decay? What if the future is much more interesting than the past?
I’m not where I want to be in my career, but I hope for better things to come.
My struggle with anxiety and depression has wrecked much of my life, but I hope that healing continues to walk before me, leading me to brighter days. Furthermore, I hope that my journey can be used to encourage others who are on a similar journey.
Following Jesus can be incredibly difficult, as his ways and his thoughts are far from my own. And yet, I hope that the Spirit of God continues to mold me into the image of my Father.
I hope to live a life of love.
I hope to live a life worth remembering.
I hope that I don’t miss the eternal in the adoration of the temporal.
Hope. It’s a word we all know, but one that we often misunderstand. Despite all the days I’ve used the word in relation to my desires, I can’t say that I fully grasped its power. Hope is looking into a painting of the future, knowing that beauty, life, and love exist somewhere within the mysterious frame.
Don’t give up on hope. If you feel alone, don’t lose hope that you will find people who care about you. If you’re hurting, don’t lose hope that healing is available. If you’ve failed at your dreams, don’t lose hope that life has new dreams ahead.