ONE THING I KNOW FOR CERTAIN - and it brings hope
Happy New Year to you!
Except it isn't for many people. Already, just one week in, we're frustrated, depressed, stressed, anxious ..... with nothing to look forward to, nothing we can plan ….
Hadn't all we secretly hoped that a new year would end the chaos and be a new hopeful start-over? That we could breathe a sigh of relief as we watched those fireworks over London and enjoy just a tinge of hope and optimism and thoughts of better times?
As I too was hit by the longings and weariness of things not changing and looking worse than ever, I asked God for a verse, a word, to take with me into 2021. (twenty twenty won, ha ha. Oh, and then there's twenty twenty too ...)
It's something I've been doing for several years. Sometimes the word/verse stays with me all year and really helps my walk with God; it becomes a steadfast baseline to stabilise and support.
Just after Christmas, the word HOPE dropped into my mind. I thought about it, turned it over, ruminated and chewed on it. Then a verse popped out on a photo as I was looking back through my (too large) photo file on my laptop. It was a photo of something I'd written some time ago and there it was:
Romans 15:13.(see below) HOPE again. Then this turned up on Facebook. It’s by @aardvanti from Mumbai.
I sensed this was all a God-incidence. By January 1st I was raring to go! A new journal for Christmas from a dear friend; a book by Rowan Williams; several verses and thoughts creatively designed on Canva to remind, encourage, and stick in the journal; a list of verses about HOPE; a Bible reading plan about HOPE.
I was, am, full of HOPE.
It's not the wishy-washy wanting or wishing for something. 'Hope the sun shines today; hope there's a parking space near the shop...'
This is a definite, positive, HOPE. A belief, a trust. Which, when I looked it up in the dictionary, is the old, archaic definition of HOPE -a trust and desire.
HOPE is so much more than wishing or longing, when it comes from and trusts in God: a confident expectation that he fulfils his promises.
And then came Lockdown 3. Or is it 300.
Whatever, it feels never ending. So, I asked myself, what will I choose to do with this time. Because all times belong to him.
Even lockdown.
Will I use it to grow a bit? Choose not to shrink a bit?
From ‘Candles in the Dark’ by Rowan Williams - faith, hope and love in a time of pandemic, written during lockdown 1.