The boys paddle through the waters, one strong stroke at a time, and I watch their wake.
The way they keep moving ahead, just keep moving ahead.
It could be this way: that I cease seeking to escape pilgrim life, that I embrace the journey, that I not want any different road for my life than the road He winnows.
It’s when they turn the far side of the island, they find it.
Te unexpected, the hoped for — the heron.
And keep moving ahead.
Both are possible.
There are all the things I think I hope for.
That I relentlessly hope are around each turn.
And yet —
If I only hope when things look hopeful, isn’t my hope cliche, posturing?
I’m only truly hoping when all is hopeless — otherwise it isn’t hope.
And then —
It’s precisely in the dark of the hopeless — that hope can unfold into it’s full, strong wing.
The heron, it flies — these splashes of light across waters we can’t see through….
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.
Every Wednesday, we Walk with Him, posting a spiritual practice that draws us nearer to His heart.
The next two weeks… might we explore: The Practice of Hope… What does it look like to believe? How do you practice your faith day to day? How do you share that faith, deepen faith in Christ, live that faith out in the midst of fears? The whole community looks forward to your prayerful reflections stories, ideas….
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