Hope is a hard thing...it feels at times like trying to balance a spinning plate on your finger. It doesn't feel secure, steady or long-lasting. Often for me I will pick up Hope and quickly set it back down again because it seems to me, on some level, rather dangerous. Scripture says, "Hope deferred makes the heart sick." It does. There is a confusion for me between anxiety and the temptation to hold on to hope.
I know it is godly. I know that God's track record says we can hope in Him. I know that His promises are true, that He knows best. I know He wants me to have a heart that is alive. I know that He wants me to BELIEVE Him. I know a lot of things. But this is a bit harder than I realized. In quiet moments I strain to hear a voice say to me...
"Hope for it."
