Get Your Hopes Up

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The last six months or more have been chal­leng­ing for me. It has been a sea­son of tran­si­tion, contemplation and prepa­ra­tion. I ad­mit I don’t feel that I’ve passed ev­ery test with fly­ing col­ors and as God al­ways does, He never fails me; He just gives me the test over again. He is al­ways put­ting me in a po­si­tion to move for­ward in what He’s pre­par­ing for the next step and sea­son. I have strug­gled to break off dis­cour­age­ment and maybe depression; I have def­i­nitely been lack­ing in zeal and joy. I know this is not how I should be but it has been a strug­gle to move out of it and press through into the over­comer I am made to be.

This sum­mer, Hubby and I took the sweet peas on a three-day camp­ing trip to Rowan’s Ravine. We are not sea­soned campers by any means; in fact, we hardly know how to take a hol­i­day. Show­ing up in our retro Win­nebago was prob­a­bly the first hint that we weren’t “campers;” our fridge doesn’t work and we found out we need a new water pump if we are go­ing to go “glamp­ing” again. It took a lot of ef­fort to get away; there is a lot of work that goes into pack­ing the home-away-from-home (es­pe­cially when we had the mo­torhome all cleaned out and ready to sell).

The first morn­ing of camp­ing came... Hubby got the fire go­ing, warmed some water for tea and we were able to spend a few short min­utes in the quiet be­fore the sweet peas emerged (this was a far cry from our ear­lier camp­ing days when the kids would go to sleep with the moon and get up with the sun). Af­ter a hearty help­ing of ba­con and farm fresh fried eggs on a cast iron pan over the open fire, the sweet peas took off for the beach. Hubby laid down for a lit­tle nap be­fore we headed off to mini-golf while I was left to my own thoughts and pon­der­ings. As I spent time read­ing God’s Word, I felt Him soothe my soul with His words of hope. I look back on the past few weeks and I see that He has been ask­ing me to get my hopes up. As I read in Psalms, I felt like David felt... “As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for God, for the liv­ing God ...My tears have been my food day and night, while they con­tin­u­ally say to me... ‘Where is your God?’ But only a few verses later, David en­cour­aged him­self: “Why are you down­cast, O my soul? And why are you dis­qui­eted within me? Hope in God.”

Hope... true Bi­ble hope. This is the hope that does not dis­ap­point. It is not based on wish­ful think­ing. It is based on who God is, His prom­ises and His faith­ful­ness. “This hope we have as an an­chor of the soul, both sure and stead­fast, and which en­ters the Pres­ence be­hind the veil.”It is available to those of us who are will­ing to go into that Se­cret Place of in­ti­macy with God... It is available to those of us who will be­lieve and take it. It is available to those of us who are will­ing to look past the pain, the dis­ap­point­ments and the tough sit­u­a­tions and trust the One who has the so­lu­tion to ev­ery cir­cum­stance that comes our way. Let’s get our hopes up, dear read­ers! Joy comes in the morn­ing! Scrip­ture ref­er­ences: Psalm 42:1-5, He­brews 6:19

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