I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a
deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is hope.
March3_1981 // The day my dad died. The day I was left behind. The day I lost hope in the one true God. The day I created a mean, vengeful, hateful god who was out to destroy my life.
I lived with my hopeless worldview for 42 years. Believing in pessimism. Believing in Murphy’s law. Believing in rejection. Believing in defeat. Believing in why bother when everything goes wrong anyway? Believing in rejecting people first before they rejected me.
November5_2005 // The day I surrendered my life to the Lord. Hope reborn. This Hope is true. This Hope is a person. This Hope is sure.
It’s weird. I have this hope as an anchor for my soul, but I still struggle. I still wrestle with the old worldview. But I will not give up the fight for hope. I believe Hope is real. I believe Hope won’t let go of me even if I let go of him.