It’s been a wild couple of days.
They feel historic and gigantic , probably because they are. I find myself irritated and hopeful within a minute . I have people in my feeds offering political solutions, doomsday prophecies, demanding their personal freedoms, leary of government, and leary of neighbors having back yard barbecues in a tight circle clinking drinks together, kids playing tag.
And she looks out her window and watches while putting on scrubs to risk her life for those who might infect her (true story from a friend today).
It’s a tremendous time to be alive. We lose lives, we lose jobs, we lose freedom, we lose trust in economy and friends, we lose knowing the future.
But , I wake up every morning and fight for the hope I have. I think people think it comes easy, let me assure you, optimism is a skill.
And Hope is a person, not an idea.
“He will never stop fighting for me, even when I can’t fight for myself …every word is promise you keep. 🎶” we were never in control, it was a mirage.
So now we see where our Hope has been, and it feels messy. The hope and promise is that God doesn’t drive an ambulance, he knew this was coming, and he has a plan for redemption.
Let’s keep hope alive, it’s all we have today.
Believer will you be known for your demands and fear , your criticism and politics , your causes and conspiracies?
Or will you be known as one who flies hope higher than all of those things?
I hope we choose hope.