Some days when I wake, it is hard to focus on hope, and not just because I haven’t put my glasses on yet.
There are mornings where I ache so badly I don’t want to get out of bed, where my stiff painful fingers don’t want to bend. And the main voice speaking inside my head is crying woe is me.
Exactly 33 days ago, I decided to begin each day with a Psalm.
A music lover, I have always been drawn to songs that capture human emotion, and God devotion, so i figured that would be a great place to start.
Hope reached down and took hold of that decision, and has been reminding me He is with me every morning ever since.
My first thought now when I wake is “What does He want to tell me in the Word today?” which is superseding the aches and pains voice to be the loudest one I hear now.
And I have found Hope to be right in front of me every day since.
Hope is a Person.
But we have to choose to spend time with Him over coffee, (in my case, tea) getting to one another beyond surface babble.
The God I am discovering? The more I read about Him? Pray to Him? Listen to Him? Worship in His Presence?
He is way deeper and amazing and majestic and loving and kind and there for me than I could have imagined, as I make a conscious decision to keep building upon what I know of Him.
I will never know Him more than when in spend time with Him.
Because memories of Hope can only keep you going for so long before they fade away.
Join me in seeking our living Hope every day. Some of you may find the morning works best…others when your kids nap, or on your lunch break, or right before bed. Whenever you can give God your undivided attention.
We won’t connect with Hope unless we spend time with Him.