It’s easy to fall into thinking it is hard to see hope.
When your plans keep crashing down? When your dreams fall apart right in front of your eyes? Maybe you have been waiting for healing; yet healing has not come. Maybe the change you have been waiting for seems to be deeply frozen like the ground beneath you in deep winter. That relationship is still broken, sharp around the edges. You still don’t have a job, a husband, a baby, a decree… And you walk this weary road as a wounded warrior now, bruised and beaten from the battle.
In those times, it’s easy to think that it can be hard to see hope.
I know this, friend, by experience.
But I think I have been wrong in this. It is not hard to see hope, no matter what I think. Yes, I have chased those glimpses of hope, wearing myself out without even realizing that hope is here, at all times. Because hope is not something that we either see or do not see. Hope is not like the day and night — sometimes there, sometimes not. Hope just is. Always present.
Lately, the Lord has been reminding me of one aspect of His character: that He is the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. This is what I seem to forget. My heart with amnesia — it sees the seasons, yet forgets them soon after. I bind everything to my timeline, yet God is not bound by time.
So I can take comfort that though this seems like the end, it is not. Because God Himself is the end, just as He is the beginning. What I am facing, is because God allowed it. And He will also bring it to the end. No matter what I do — or don’t do. Even when it feels like everything is spinning out of control. Even when it feels like nothing is going like it should. He is the beginning and the end, and it will all end with Him.
Honestly, I wish I would have realized this all some time ago already. Because all the stress has worn a soul thin, this weight added on the already fragile shoulders. So many restless nights turned into tears pouring down my cheeks — and still, even still, I know that God’s timing is perfect.
“Say to the righteous that it shall be well with them” (Isaiah 3:10)
I am just not the most patient waiter. I plan and purpose, raising my ideas up to the heavens and hoping that they are similar to what God has planned. Yet I am limited, only a tiny human being on this planet. For all that I plan, the change I can make is really nothing. God is the One who brings true change. He is the God who moves the mountains after all. And if He can move mountains, surely He can move a heart as well. Surely He can change a situation.
So I’m coming around to think that it is not so hard to see hope after all.
It is there in the warmth of spring and being able to keep the balcony door open for the afternoon. It is there in the way those rays of sunlight warm your bare neck as you slave over dinner. It’s in the words of a friend and the smile of the strange. You hear it in the happy squeals of a toddler, the laughter that bounces off the walls when friends meet. Hope is here. Because whatever my life holds, God is the beginning and He is the end. This is not the end yet. There is still hope.
“Be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart, all you who hope in the Lord.” (Psalm 31:24)