Hope is hard, sometimes. But hope is what pulls our heads up from pillows and hope is what makes our footsteps to follow. It is what motivates us toward good things and what fills those things with joy.
The crazy hard thing about hope is it confirms that we are in some way lacking.
To hope for something means you do not have it and life will be better if/when you do. Every time we hope for something, we are aware again of our deficiencies. Hope means we are not self-sufficient, that we cannot manipulate the remedy of our lacking.
I am hoping for a lot of things, but today is the first day of Advent so I am thinking of just one. Because I am dreadfully lacking in every way - desperately in need for all the ways I fail as a human and for all the ways my willpower can't fix those failures. Today, I am taking deep December breaths as my deficiencies rumble unsettled somewhere in my gut.
Jesus is my hope - a sure and steadfast anchor for my unsteady soul. He is the promise that remedies what I lack, my present and future hope.
Join me in singing advent songs as we hope for Christ's coming, remembering again the miracle of the incarnation. We simply cannot remember it enough. Our hope is like watchmen waiting for the morning - expecting and anticipating so much so that the first rays are the highest delight.
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Psalm 130 ESV 5,6 I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning.
7,8 O Israel, hope in the LORD! For with the LORD there is steadfast love, and with him is plentiful redemption. And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.