Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
I had a lovely weekend. Which this time frame won't really matter eventually because you might be reading this two years later. Anyway, I attended a Saturday service with my friend,Em.( Oh my goodness, I have just thought about how funny it would be if I had instead typed her full name, phone number and instagram handle. Crazy the places my mind goes.)
Okay, so all through the service, the word hope kept standing out for me. If I had written this earlier I would have a more detailed story. But I remember for sure that the worship leader, as she was somewhat fading into that silent moment, if you are familiar with how worship sessions go you'd know that usually the air is filled with sweet simple melodies by the instrumentalists; most likely an extension of the last song that was sang, the leader humming a bit or singing her prayer, or simply praying. Praying for us, for herself, for the church. And then at times also, the leader might give a mini speech. This one, she spoke about hope. We sang about hope that evening. About how Jesus Christ!! Is our living hope. Living; very important adjective. And as if that was not enough, I attended church the next morning in another town with another friend and the worship leader read from 1 Peter, the chapter on hope.
Crazy yeah? I know! And so I knew for sure that that was what I needed to be thinking on for the next few God knows how long. Truthfully, I at that moment had been lost in hopelessness , you know looking at where the world is at, and just drowning in distress, remembering my loved ones that are hurting in whatever shape, way or form it may be and even people not too close that are really just struggling. Thinking about my own heart, so human., desperately wicked. Where is the hope? Where is the hope in such "unanswered prayer"(ignore not the quotations), where is the hope in such grey skies? In evil and a craving for it left, right and centre?
Jesus Christ! Our living hope! And scripture says this hope is an anchor for our souls! Will you let Jesus be your hope? Join me. Jesus is my hope. And has my trust. And is my refuge. I rest in His name. What's that like? Believing He is mighty to save me and whatever else might need his touch. Hoping that in him I find freedom and so can everyone else. Living life with such joy, unspeakable(popular adjective for joy) and peace unshakable.
Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
I had a lovely weekend. Which this time frame won't really matter eventually because you might be reading this two years later. Anyway, I attended a Saturday service with my friend,Em.( Oh my goodness, I have just thought about how funny it would be if I had instead typed her full name, phone number and instagram handle. Crazy the places my mind goes.)
Okay, so all through the service, the word hope kept standing out for me. If I had written this earlier I would have a more detailed story. But I remember for sure that the worship leader, as she was somewhat fading into that silent moment, if you are familiar with how worship sessions go you'd know that usually the air is filled with sweet simple melodies by the instrumentalists; most likely an extension of the last song that was sang, the leader humming a bit or singing her prayer, or simply praying. Praying for us, for herself, for the church. And then at times also, the leader might give a mini speech. This one, she spoke about hope. We sang about hope that evening. About how Jesus Christ!! Is our living hope. Living; very important adjective. And as if that was not enough, I attended church the next morning in another town with another friend and the worship leader read from 1 Peter, the chapter on hope.
Crazy yeah? I know! And so I knew for sure that that was what I needed to be thinking on for the next few God knows how long. Truthfully, I at that moment had been lost in hopelessness , you know looking at where the world is at, and just drowning in distress, remembering my loved ones that are hurting in whatever shape, way or form it may be and even people not too close that are really just struggling. Thinking about my own heart, so human., desperately wicked. Where is the hope? Where is the hope in such "unanswered prayer"(ignore not the quotations), where is the hope in such grey skies? In evil and a craving for it left, right and centre?
Jesus Christ! Our living hope! And scripture says this hope is an anchor for our souls! Will you let Jesus be your hope? Join me. Jesus is my hope. And has my trust. And is my refuge. I rest in His name. What's that like? Believing He is mighty to save me and whatever else might need his touch. Hoping that in him I find freedom and so can everyone else. Living life with such joy, unspeakable(popular adjective for joy) and peace unshakable.
Hope.
Hope.
Hope.
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