Remembering Hope
I’ve had many occasions when I thought I had no hope at all. I would wonder what could possibly be in the way of having this massive amount of hope I felt I needed. Day after day, I wrestled with it, convinced there was something huge I was missing. I remember a conversation with a friend where I mentioned how often we say, “I hope this,” or “I hope that.” He responded by saying he doesn’t really hope for things, yet in the same breath, he said he hoped there wouldn’t be traffic on his drive home. That moment stayed with me. Without realizing it, we unconsciously declare our hopes every single day. Sometimes even in negative ways — hoping something doesn’t go wrong, hoping we don’t fail, hoping things don’t fall apart. So as I continued on my journey of uncovering my so-called “hope issue,” I began to realize something freeing: I wasn’t hopeless at all. What I was lacking wasn’t hope — it was understanding. In Psalm 42 :5, David speaks to his own soul and says, “Why are you cast down,...