(This is a post I did almost two months back just days before I had a surgery to remove a possibly cancerous growth. It is with a humbled heart that I can say today there is no cancer in me. Would I have preferred to not have gone under the knife? Yes. Would I have preferred to not have had any irregularities in the first place? Of course. Although, through this experience I learned that irregardless of the circumstances I can hope. I pray that as you read these words your heart would be set in the direction of hope.)
Yesterday I was reminded of the power of prayer, and more specifically the power of hope. My heart said, “Yes,” and my mind said, “Why can you hope?”
Here is my answer to my mind.
Hope is a thing about the future. I don’t know the future. Based on outcomes of past circumstances similar to my present ones I can assume what may happen, but the fact remains that I do not know what will happen in the future.
Therefore, I can choose to dread or I can choose to hope.
Taking it one step at a time I can do what I know to do and in the meantime hope for the best.
Instead of focusing on the negative outcomes of the past I can remember the goodness, miracles and wonderful. That is why I can hope. I simply choose to have my heart set to the bearings of hope.
On a compass many facts exist. The West fact may be present, yet we mustn’t forget about the East fact. The existence of South does not eliminate the existence of North. Realizing this I choose to set my heart’s bearings to the North, to Hope.
“One step at a time,” my husband tells me. That is right. I am stepping in the direction of hope.
My hope is built on nothing less,
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.
My current trouble does not in and of itself cancel out the possibility of a good ending. Hope says that the sun will rise again, therefore good can come again. The night does not overpower the coming of the day. Good can come again.
Well, there is a rough spot. It has been easier in the past. It might get harder in the future. We do not know. We can choose to believe that good will come. Better exists just as much as worse does – so I can hope for better.
What is the good that could happen? That picture is hope.
P.S. This post is also an accompaniment to a series on hope that a site called (in)courage is doing this month. I debated whether to add it in and then got a very sure nudge from an amiga by way of a comment today on the first posting of this post. God is so good like that.
BONUS: As a bonus edit to this post I would like to end with a scripture from the old English in the King James about hope that comes again:
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead” (1 Peter 1:3)