My health issues have given me a challenging couple of days and as I was pulling out a particular medication this evening I said to myself, “Oh, I hope this helps.” While I am certainly thankful for the measure of relief afforded through medical science, I am so very glad that my hope is not limited to what can be held in a box or a bottle. In this Advent season, as I wait in the mystery of the already and the not yet, my ultimate, unwavering hope is not in something, but in some One.
Hope is a powerful thing. It is what holds our spirit steady in the place of anticipation for what is yet to be.
Hope is what looks into the future and sees an estranged relationship brought close again; poverty being met with provision; mourning journeying through to joy; oppression humbled by justice; brokenness made whole; sickness defeated in healing, and hatred vanquished by love.
Psalm 39:7 “And now, Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in thee.”
Rhonda Reese Purtee 