I have been struggling all week to get something that I would consider “of value” out on paper. I have started, deleted, started again, deleted again… you get it. Sat down this morning to write. Nothing.
One hour later, I was ready to throw in the towel and just put it off until tomorrow. So, I did the obvious… got on Pinterest. (I have lots of time just laying around, so wasting it seemed appropriate this morning, apparently.)
I read the words, “The moment you’re ready to quit is the moment right before a miracle happens. Don’t give up.”
Great. Now I can’t quit.
I searched for the definition of hope. I kind of vowed to myself that I would evaluate all posts, and whether or not to publish them, by asking myself one question, “Does this post offer hope?”
Time to find out the true meaning, I guess.
Hope, when used as a noun, is defined as a feeling of expectation for a certain thing to happen. Okay, I get that. Makes sense.
But then I saw a second, archaic definition – a feeling of trust.
There it was. Again. TRUST. Seriously, can the Lord yell any louder at me?
I will be honest with you. Sometimes, I don’t want Him to take me where my trust is without borders. I feel that I’ve been there, and it wasn’t fun. At all.
But He is. Today. In different ways than before. He wants me to trust Him in all things, the big and the small. When I trust Him, I will have hope.
The scripture below hangs above my sweet boy’s, bed. Today I am claiming it for myself, and my family. I do not know the plans. He does. I will trust.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”