We use the word “hope” like a magic spell, an incantation, a lucky rabbit’s foot.
But hope is only as sure as the object of our hope.
My hope is based on the unchanging nature of the Lord Jesus Christ Who is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Because of that, I will not be ashamed.
He will prove faithful. For He cannot be otherwise.
So I speak truth to my heart. I sing life to my soul. I hide myself under the wings of the Almighty, assured that He is my hiding place, safe and secure.
I cannot let my mind linger long on the whispered lies of the enemy. I won’t dawdle around the water cooler, inhaling gossip, wondering if God is Who He says He is.
I lean into love-the eternal, unquenchable force that guarantees deliverance and victory.
Some days it’s harder than others. But no day is utterly devoid of hope.
The Lord is faithful. He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I can rely on that.
I DO rely on that.