it’s time to hope again. It’s time to believe the best, again. That the best truly is coming. No more of this half-a$$, lifeless, mustarding up happiness when all ya really want to do is throw a punch into a cement wall kind of stuff. It’s time for the gritty, offensive, doesn’t make sense kind of hope to make its way back into your heart and into your life. The kind of hope that only comes by way of Jesus–the kind that only comes by way of the cross.
*Although this post is generally addressed to me, I hope my readers can find it addressed to them as well, wherever they’re at, whomever they’re with…let’s buckle down and be the “hope-er’s”.*
I’ve been finding flowers growing in all of the weirdest places. One place specifically stood out to me. We have this warehouse at my work where we store most of the donations we receive to give to refugees, and theres a couch that has been abandoned by another organization or company…flowers have started growing out of the cushions!!!
I laughed, because flowers aren’t supposed to grow there. Yet, there they were. I even went back a few days later and there were MORE that had sprouted there. I felt Holy Spirit gently remind me of Isaiah 35 (yes the whole thing, but I’ll bold the parts that have stood out the most)
1The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
Like the crocus, 2it will burst into bloom;
it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
they will see the glory of the Lord,
the splendor of our God.
3Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
4say to those with fearful hearts,
“Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come,
he will come with vengeance;
with divine retribution
he will come to save you.”
5Then will the eyes of the blind be opened
and the ears of the deaf unstopped.
6Then will the lame leap like a deer,
and the mute tongue shout for joy.
Water will gush forth in the wilderness
and streams in the desert.
7The burning sand will become a pool,
the thirsty ground bubbling springs.
In the haunts where jackals once lay,
grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.
8And a highway will be there;
it will be called the Way of Holiness;
it will be for those who walk on that Way.
The unclean will not journey on it;
wicked fools will not go about on it.
9No lion will be there,
nor any ravenous beast;
they will not be found there.
But only the redeemed will walk there,
10and those the Lord has rescued will return.
They will enter Zion with singing;
everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy will overtake them,
and sorrow and sighing will flee away.
Here I am.
I can feel God saying, “Cait, it’s time to hope again.”
So I look at my feeble knees, my sometimes all to weary heart…my physical body that has struggled to be healthy, my mind that doubts whether or not God even sees me sometimes and I say to them: “Don’t fear! God’s coming through. He hasn’t abandoned us. He hasn’t forgotten us. Don’t be scared because fear is not your portion. Hope in God. Because he goes above and beyond–healing the sick, growing plants and flowers and giving water where there shouldn’t be, he restores the joy of everyone who shouldn’t be joyful and HE’S COMING FOR YOU!!!!!!!! STAND FIRM. HOPE IN GOD.”
It’s time to hope, again.
It’s time to look into the face of that heartbreak that you feel creeping back up, coming back in waves, like the tide comes in and out on the shore…and know that greater is He that is in you than he who is in the world. Heart, you’re strong. Heart, you will not be overcome. Hope in God.
It’s time to anchor yourself in the goodness of God when the mundane of life is all too boring and monotonous and shout in the car all too loud that God is good and kind and generous and gracious and exciting and adventurous and thrilling and beautiful and all the things–because if my heart gets numb to who God is, the mundane will eat me up….and I’ve done that, become settled, comfortable in the mundane….and it’s not worth it. I want to be so captivated by Jesus, so hope-filled, so excited by his character that I look like a lunatic in the mundane. Jesus loves my little heart out of blah and into adventure when I place my whole hope into his trustworthy heart.
It’s good to hope.
It is so good to hope, in fact, that Isaiah 40:31 says, “those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.” Psalm 25:3 says, “No one who hopes in you will ever be put to shame, but shame will come to those who are treacherous without cause.”
And here I am. Feeling as though the night time has held on for a little too long yet finally feeling the nearness of Jesus afresh, again. This little heart is able to breathe in hope…hope that clings to the robe of Jesus when all else seems lost and knows that he can do anything. Hope that stares into the face of every doubt and watches flowers spring up out of abandoned couches and out of the middle of concrete patios. Hope.
Standing on the hope that God is who he says he is.
Knowing that he sees my little heart.
Believing that he knows every detail of my life.
Feeling the strength come back into my bones….and knowing that if I keep hoping in God– I’ll never ever ever feel shame.
So hey little you person,
It’s time to hope, again.
Jesus is more faithful than the sunrise and he’s hope-worthy.
You can do it.