I’ve never lost hope down some rabbit hole — I’ve lost it looking into reflections in mirrors.
I’ve lost hope looking straight into my own eyes and feeling like there’s no way out of your own skin, out of your past, out of your own tattered story, no way to rip out the smeared and ugly pages of your one story.
I thought I lost hope when life tore a hole in my back pocket of my heart, and my creased and worn-out hope fell out when the bottom of things fell out — you know:
when the door clicked close for the last time, when that email landed and kicked hard right in the gut, when the doctor shook his head slow and the room kinda spun, when too many mattering things felt impossibly wrecked, and it’s your life that can feel sorta totalled, and how do you keep going on hoping — when it’s the important parts of your life that are write offs?
But who knew that folded and creased hope unfolds into wings?
Turns out: You can think you’ve lost hope, or you can try to shield yourself from it, abandon it, mock it, guard against it or try to trash it.
But hope is a rising thing and flies to you.
No matter where you are — in the unknown and unfamiliar — Hope is like a homing pigeon that knows how to find its way back home to you.
Because Hope has an inner map and will always wing its way back to you.
You may feel like you’ve lost hope — but Hope never loses track of you.
Hope is always coming home to you.
I’ve lit the first Advent candle, Hope, and I’ve looked long at its reflection in windows and saw myself in the pane. Maybe we’re not meant to find hope in anything in this world, meant to lose hope in things here.
We don’t hope in anything of this world — we hope in God.
Maybe we replace one three word strand — Absolutely no way —- with a 3 word cord that is a lifeline that will never let us go: Hope. In. God.
Hope only seems lost — when you can’t find a way forward.
You don’t need to know the way forward, because Hope has a map, and Hope has a name, and His name is Jesus — and Jesus is The Way and when He is your way, there is always a way forward.
You always have Hope, because Hope has a map, and He knows the Way forward, because He is the Way, the Truth and the Life and He always makes a way — because that is who He is. Because of the Way — Hope knows the way forward— and Hope always comes back to you to make a way forward.
Hope in God.
And I touch the window pane, touch reflection of face and Advent flame, touch all kinds of pain — and maybe that’s what I feel, how I’m found, how Hope is found … and I can feel Hope’s returning:
You can’t lose Hope — because Hope has a name and His name is Jesus and He is the homing wings of heaven who never stops returning Hope home to your heart.
And then makes a way forward — a way deeper into His own heart.
More Of Jesus Only — and have a STRESS-FREE, HOPE-FULL Christmas.
So come Christmas morning — you’ve unwrapped the greatest gift you yearn for — more of Him.
Gather around the Greatest Story this year for the whole family with all 3?
The Greatest Gift (adult edition),
Unwrapping the Greatest Gift (family read aloud edition),
and The Wonder of the Greatest Gift (pop-up edition with your own 14 inch tree, 25 days of readings, 25 day advent flap calendar, hiding all 25 Biblically inspired ornaments! For any age)
So you don’t miss out on Jesus this year & the The Greatest Christmas.