Hope is my favorite word. I have clung to hope when all else appeared to be going wrong. I have written about hope, spoken about hope, and begged others to hold on to hope. I have always said, “Hold tight to hope. No matter how thin the strand, hold on to hope.” I had manufactured my own strand of hope that built upon positive thinking and a belief that it would always get better. During this incredibly hard season my strand of hope snapped in two. It just broke. Though I still held on to my piece of the strand I fell as the top split from the bottom. My hope lay in shattered ruins. For some time I lay there shattered too. It took a mighty work of God to scrape up the pieces and begin to put them back together.
It started with a verse as a reminder from where my hope should come. Hebrews 6:18-19 tells us, “Therefore, we who have fled to Him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls.” This verse is special to me because it was the key verse for a conference that I went to where I felt hope and met people who helped me feel hope. That memory helped me start to feel that hope again.
I know now that He is the only hope that will never break, never leave me feeling torn to shreds. It is in Him and His promises that I must build my hope.
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