One of the great things about my week – Thursday mornings, when I meet with dozens of Jesus lovin’ gals for Bible Study. Yes, and have been for the past twenty-eight years. Kay Arthur, co-founder of Precept Inductive Studies, may never know just how the Lord has used her to teach and mentor me through all twenty-eight.
At the moment, we’re in Isaiah – a book on loss and hope.
I’ve got journals filled with hopeless stories. Good to know the original meaning of the word hope is to wait with confident expectation. I know it’s not always easy to implement into our right-at-the-moment mess.
Maybe hope really means, it’s what gets us up in the morning and allows us to sleep in the night. It gives assurance that we can stand when life caves in.
Then what it isn’t must be the shallow places we look for it . . . beauty, health, relationships, money and even government – it’s all going to fail and pass away.
Our lasting hope is found only in Jesus.
And we’ll never hope with our Bible closed. It’s all in there, where “it is written.”
A dear friend sent me a text-comfort message the other day – that’s a cyber Word of truth to collide with our very horrible, not-good, very bad day(s) . . .
I will go before you and make rough places smooth. I will shatter the doors of bronze and cut through iron bars and I will give you the treasures of darkness, a hidden wealth of secret places in order that you may know that it is I, the Lord God of Israel that calls you by your name. Isaiah 45:2,3
And it was enough to stop me right there in my broken tracks and look up, and look down, for the jewels along my path that have fallen from the storehouse of heaven above . . . and they’re all in my journals.
Although we’ll all face obstacles we can trust Him to clear the way, when we follow close by. Even in the darkest times we will find riches because He’s there . . . and knows us by name.