I felt different, an alien in a foreign land.
There were many tears shed all around. I am the youngest of three, and the only girl. For all of my 53+ years, my father called me “the baby”. I would have expected his death to hit me harder than my brothers, yet they struggled in ways I did not.
So I questioned myself.
Was I hard hearted? That didn’t seem possible. Those of you who know me can testify to how easily I am moved by emotion. Surely I loved my father, didn’t I?
Was it because I had already been grieving the loss of the father I loved for years as dementia took bite after bite of the man I knew away from me? I’m sure that played a part as well.
But there was something more. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that set me apart and left me experiencing things in a far different way than any of my family members and their friends.
“What is it?” I asked the Lord in prayer.
“ME” came the response that should have been obvious to me all along.
Jesus. Faith. Hope. I have a hope that is unique in my family.
But what is hope?
The modern conception of hope is “to wish for, to expect, but without certainty of fulfillment; to desire very much, but with no real assurance of getting that desire.”
But according to biblical usage, hope is an indication of certainty. “Hope” in Scripture means “a strong and confident expectation.”
We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand—out in the wide open spaces of God's grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise. Romans 5:2 The Message
Hope may refer to the activity of hoping, or to the object hoped for—the content of one’s hope. I don’t only hope in Christ, Christ Himself is my hope.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen Hebrews 11:1 NKJV
I cannot see, but I know
through my faith, hope
in that hope, faith increases
in that increase,
Lord reveal Yourself in me
that the world might know You
to the glory of Your Name.
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