I’m not always hopeful. Somehow writing about hope challenges me to face my cynicism. It seems we human beings paint the same pictures over and over with the same paint and the same brush.
So, I’m asking today:
Am I truly hopeful? Are you?
Or do we just go about our business and let the same old patterns just be? Do I look through the same, jaded lens? Do you give up any of your preconceived ideas for…hope? It can’t just be some abstract idea. The same is true about faith and love.
And now these three remain, faith, hope and love…but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
Selfish living, apathy and cynicism go together like that too.
God is Love. Love births hope and faith in me. When I am loving, there isn’t room for the other junk. There is room for hope. Loving means living here…being here. Wherever here is for you, be there today.
Funny how hope will find you in this moment, this now…
I sense it even in the ugly pictures and hard times too. Open my eyes that I may see.
Loving, being present, and having faith is weaving something new in me today. I can almost grasp it…like the corner of a fabric I can’t quite get a hold of. God is working on me. On you. O Lord, help me listen! A task is coming. What will it be for you, for me? Waiting is hope too.
Whatever it may be, hope will be in the tool box. And then we will say:
We remember before our God and Father your work produced by faith, your labor prompted by love, and your endurance inspired by hope in our Lord Jesus Christ. 1 Thessalonians 1:3 (NIV)