Category: Hope

There Is Always Hope

God is never far away, beloved. He is with us in our suffering, His heart breaking right alongside with ours. He is with us in heartbreak and sorrow, His soul feeling the pain that has captured us tight.

There is no darkness that His light cannot overcome. There is no sorrow or shame, no brokenness or pain that the power of His grace cannot overcome.

He is a shield to all of us who trust in Him, all of us who surrender our hearts and give to Him all that we have and all that we are. He loves you, just as you are. He loves you, right where you are. He is always right here, ready to listen to your heart and your prayers.

There is hope because nothing can separate us from His love.

You Still Matter

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Dear one — I hear the fears running through your mind, I feel the iron grip that your strongholds have on you. It hurts, beloved. It hurts so much, I know. Those words, they cut so deep and the wound just does not heal. That person having left and gone, it hurts and your soul echoes with the condemnation that you could have done something more. This silence, it shouts that you are not worthy and you cannot help but agree.

But that is not the truth, beloved.

Your spouse walking away? Your friend telling you she no longer wants to be in contact with you? Your child leaving with all that bent anger, walking away from you and the Lord? Your parent telling you once again that you are not enough, that you will never be enough? Your sibling refusing to talk to you at all, to take your calls? Your church family wounding you every time you go to church?

“In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” (1 Peter 1:6-7)

That is not the truth, beloved. You are not what these people, what these circumstances deem you to be. Though it feels real, it is not the reality. Because you matter. Oh beloved, you still matter. You are still loved.

I know this moment, these circumstances do not leave you feeling like you are loved, by anyone at all. It feels like you do not matter anymore. But that is not the truth, my friend. You are loved by a good Father, One who gave His everything to save your heart. You are loved by the God With Us, by Him who knows your heart inside out and decides to stay. You are loved by the Almighty God, who parts the Red Sea to make a way where there is no way.

“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:10)

This is not the end, beloved. You are loved. You are a chosen vessel of God. You are being refined for now, for a glorious purpose coming along the way as you bring glory to God. You are His masterpiece, beautifully and wonderfully made, and your story is being written like the great poem it is. The Lord is not done with you yet, He is creating beauty out of ashes and it will all become something glorious.

And I know, it is not easy to leave these things behind, to let go of all this that feels so real because the pain is real, because the hurt is written in the scars of your heart and because you carry the weight of it all on your shoulders. But in this moment, for this small period of time — let these words of truth be engraved on your heart: you still matter. You are loved. You belong. You have been chosen.

“Now, therefore, you are no longer strangers and foreigners, but fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, having been built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Jesus Christ Himself being the chief cornerstone, in whom the whole building, being fitted together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord, in whom you also are being built together for a dwelling place of God in the Spirit.” (Ephesians 2:19-22)

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Practicing Hope

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“We shall draw near to God, not by trying to avoid sufferings inherent in all loves, but accepting them and offering them to Him. Throwing away all our defensive armour. If our hearts need to be broken and if He chooses this as a way in which they should break, so be it.” (C.S. Lewis)

It has been a long week, for the both of us. Mainly because I have been losing sleep, getting lost in the midst of the hours slipping through my fingers, in the fears woven into the darkness of hopeless dreams, in the ebbing pain seemingly rooted in my soul. We have felt this, in the moments of hurt and despair bleeding through the messy heart of mine. You have felt this, seen it behind the crumbling of my soul, the hardness of my heart. Sleep deprivation has done just that, stolen the smallest bit of strength that have been mustered up in my soul and left me bare, vulnerable. My heart has been heavy and tried, too many times for me to keep holding on to joy and we have both felt the weight of the world pressing my heart.

Sometimes, in the midst of the storm, it feels like drowning.

“Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His,
and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for life;
weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.” (Psalm 30:4-5)

But it is there, this glint of brightness in the midst of the mess and the shattered dreams — these broken hearts turning into broken hallelujahs, given into the hands of the Redeemer of us lost ones. Here we are reminded that it is never our suffering, but the will of the Lord. The pain echoes loud in our souls, our weary bones feeling the weight we have been carrying — but now it is time to put away our defences, laying down that wall we have set up around our heart. So we choose to be broken for a purpose, setting our eyes on the of a morning to come, full with joy because we know — that it is His love that carries us through the valley of the shadow of death, through the darkest nights and the loneliest road.

When the darkness draws close, when we think we have lost sight of hope — it is our choice to choose again, to sing praises to the Holy One and pour out our hearts to the Maker. We choose to remind ourselves that these tears are here only for a season, that joy comes in the morning and we will find ourselves in the arms of Love once again.

How are you practicing hope today?

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How To Hold On When Your Heart Aches

So let your brokenness be just that — the breaking of a heart aching so greatly within you and yet, we know, that light can shine through to the darkness only through the cracks, the broken corners and fractured pieces of your heart, now being made new and the light so brilliantly bright inside of you. Somehow, these faint rays of light tell us what we barely dare to hope in the best of the moments: that our broken hearts are part of His plan, the whisper of our hearts barely holding on — not my will, but Yours, be done. So we trust, these words of our Saviour, bleeding love right through every word: He has prayed for us. He is praying for us, that our faith should not fail.

It will all be made well.