Let me tell you of how hope lives in me,
Setting me free.
When I was lost in another country,
Miles from home, and the only route I knew was closed,
I prayed, and God sent someone to lead me by another road,
Direction and safety through the unknown.
When I felt alone and abandoned in the midst of a pandemic,
God’s Word spoke life to my soul;
I felt loved, I felt whole.
Hope had come to harbor in my heart.
My situation didn’t change right then,
Yet I could laugh and smile again.
When my mother was dying,
Her lungs heavy with an illness even doctors feared,
God filled me again and again with peace
And the hope that He was in control.
We trusted, and He worked a miracle.
And when the life I longed for seemed closed to me
And my family was breaking in three,
I put my hope in friends who betrayed my trust and scorned my dreams.
My heart became a graveyard,
Light and joy were no more,
Doubt and despair clawing at the door.
How could God love me and allow such devastation?
Was He there? Did He see?
But there was more to the story than I could perceive.
Still He was good, still He was faithful.
He spoke tenderly to me,
He was there with peace.
There was hope and purpose for me,
For my pain even.
With my all-powerful God by my side, I dared to hope again.
I asked Him for a friend,
And He gave me an unbreakable family;
He gave me love overflowing.
That’s just a few stories, a page in my developing journey.
I tell you with confidence that you’ll join me.
What does your heart know of hope?
Does your story cling closely to God’s promise of glory?