Hope. I keep thinking about hope. I wrote about it in a previous blog post. Then a clear message of hope came out in the Creative Renaissance Conference I attended this past weekend at Upper Room Dallas.
Hope flowed out through several prophetic songs. A prophetic word declared hope in the midst of delay. It also wound its way through the preaching.
Hope restored in our lives, singing it out or speaking it out or dancing it out, all implying the same thing – many need to hear a message of hope. God breathed hope throughout the weekend. He’s right here, within me, around me – He is faithful, no matter what it looks like.
Hope embeds itself in the foundation of my life so as to combat the lies when I think about delay. Tweet That
When fog encircles me with accusations of insignificance, telling me that I am forgotten and left behind, I stand on hope. At times, it is all I have because nothing in the natural realm indicates that God’s promises are near to being fulfilled. I contend for hope in personal warfare through worshipping Jesus and by standing firm in the reality that He is faithful.
There is a present delay in promises fulfilled in my life. Whether it is a long-standing need for restoration in a family situation or finances for the ministry, I need hope to keep going, to keep walking one step at a time. I keep looking up and out at the horizon when I can’t see any fulfillment in the present. At those times, when hopelessness seems to be right there, waiting to be acknowledged, He surrounds me with His presence and His unfailing love. I keep walking.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12
How many times have I heard that over the years?
Hopelessness is a powerful tool in the hands of the accuser. The enemy (and hopefully, you all realize there is a devil) loves to stir up hopelessness to demean the goodness of God. See it for what it is. Delays come and go but He is faithful.
Hopelessness feels like I am walking through a field that is stripped bare, dry ground with no sign of life apparent upon first glance. But then I keep looking. I look down and around to notice any small burst of life in seedling form. Anything at all. One small glimpse of something green coming out reminds me that He is with me, not against me. I may not understand His ways but I understand His love that He is for me, not against me. My vision syncs with the One who is faithful and I rise up and keep on walking.
His ways are not our ways. Ever heard this from someone in the midst of the struggle? It’s so cliché at the time but it’s truth. God forms my life through His eternal lens. Timing is not as important to God as it is to me. I want it now. Why? Fulfillment implies favor and favor implies success, acceptance and affirmation. Delay makes me feel I am without favor and definitely without a sense of purpose, out of the mix, and forgotten. Delay……..it sucks.
But I choose to hope and I keep walking. I emphasize that I must keep walking towards the horizon. To stand still is paralysis and with that comes fear that erodes my faith. I hope at what can’t be seen but at the One who is faithful.
Any delays in your life right now? How do you walk through those times, keeping in your heart that God is faithful to complete that which He started in you.