Who is your living hope?
It may be a strange question, but one that I think we should ask ourselves. After all, I assume you are hoping for something or hoping for someone.
Have you seen him
I remember the days of hoping for someone. I was looking for that forever someone. Do you know what I am talking about? You know, that dream life many women have of meeting prince charming, saying I do, wearing the beautiful dress, and riding off into the sunset happily ever after forever and ever.
Wait! Was that your dream? I know it was mine. I dreamed of the most romantic honeymoon, settling down with six kids in tow forever and ever.
Fairy tale failure
Don’t get me wrong, it did come, and it quickly came to an end. My fairy tale ended abruptly when he found another princess to share a castle with, one who was also tied down and had four kids in tow.
I am not bitter – I have forgiven him. After all, it’s been 21 years. I could hold a grudge, carrying it around like a backpack through life, pulling from it from time to time to make sure everything is still intact. But what’s the point?
It happened; I hurt, I grieved, and I grew. But I also found that placing my hope in another human being, well, let’s say, that particular human disappointed me as some humans tend to do.
It was after the death of the dream of riding into the sunset with me forever that I found a new forever to roam with and admire, a new love that would sweep my heart off the floor. He would never hurt me, abandon me, cheat, lie, deceive – I should probably stop here with all the verbs and adjectives. I am sure you get the point.
But in case you haven’t yet, I found the one whom my soul longs. Do you want to know his name?
It’s no secret – I tell everyone. After all, he told me I needed to tell everyone and that he would always be with me wherever I go to the very end of the age.
I will not make this like those videos we see on social media where it takes an hour to find out what veggies you need to avoid. We have all seen those, and they are frustrating to watch. I start scanning the comments for the answers instead of watching the super long videos only to be directed to a link.
So, what’s his name?
My love? Yes indeed. Jesus is his name.
It was after a painful breakup that I discovered Jesus. Now some would say, “Oh, you found religion.”
Actually, Jesus found me. It’s personal. He’s not a religion. He is the savior of the world who chased me down and won my heart.
He pursues all of us, and whether we want to or not, at some point in time, we will reckon with our decision to follow him fully with all our heart, soul, and mind.
To date, and it’s been 20 years, and Jesus Christ has not hurt me. In fact, he has done the opposite. He has loved me with an everlasting love that goes beyond my comprehension of what true love looks like.
So, I celebrate the one who gave his life for me, for you, for my family, friends, and, well, the world. I celebrate the one who chose to die on the cross for my sin and yours.
People ask me what I am passionate about – that’s easy because my passion is tied to my love, to the one who loves me unconditionally. He doesn’t care if I wear t-shirts and jeans every day. He wants me to love him and tell others – point people back to him.
What a relief to know it doesn’t involve constantly worrying about where my husband is and who he may be visiting. I find comfort in knowing that my troubles are not bigger than Jesus’ grace and mercy nor bigger than his power. Despite all my faults, I am forgiven and loved.
So when folks ask me who or what is my living hope, I answer Jesus Christ.
I hope one day you too can answer that Jesus Christ is your living hope. He truly is the best person we can place our hope and the one who loves you more than anyone has ever loved you before.
In His Service,
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