This making an impact thing is a crazy roller coaster ride. One day you are up- a million miles high on the joy and goodness of God- then you are plummeting down- discouraged and searching for the goodness of God.
You know it is there, but you are struggling to find it. In all of those moments, high and low, you must, above all else, hold on to hope.
I am writing this post at 10:16 PM on the day it was supposed to go live.
It has been a hard day. My hope is waning.
I am tired and not sleeping well. My mind has been racing with the knowledge Katie is going on the World Race. So many things to be done…
I feel a little lonely. I walked outside for the first time all week last night. Then today, I was back, hibernating in the house, alone all day and night. My family is busy with meetings and traveling.
On top of that several of my friends are struggling. I am anxious for them, wanting to fix things, knowing that what I need to do is not fix but sit in the difficult times with them.
My hope is thin, but the good news, what I am holding onto is the fact that hope is always there. The hope I hold onto is in The Hope. He lives in my heart and reminds me I am not alone.
Paper ornaments, hang from a branch on my fireplace mantle- the only Christmas decorations that will find their way into my home this season. They remind me of the long and anxious years the world waited for a tiny baby to be born in a manger. They had hope in the advent of a coming Messiah. We have hope in the advent that Messiah is coming again.
So, even though today was a challenge, and I am worried that I may be getting sick at just the wrong time, I know that there is hope.
There has always been Hope.
He will always be.
To have that hope, I simply have to extend my hand because the truth is, I don’t have to hold on to hope.
He is holding on to me.