A new year is a new call to cultivate hope.
Over Christmas, I read the Christmas Box Collection, by Richard Paul Evans. Like all who have read these classic tales, I smiled, I wept, and I thought hard.
Although I hated book three, “The Letter,” for various reasons, it is indeed the one I remember the most, and that marked me the deepest.
David Parkin, a main character, had these poignant words to speak when looking back at abandonment by his mother:
“The answers are not in the past. Healing comes from purpose, and purpose resides in our hope of the future.” — Richard Paul Evans
Healing comes from purpose.
Purpose resides in our hope of the future.
Healing needs hope to make headway.
This year, while I’m chasing down healing, I will be curating Hope in my life. I intend to look for it, seek it, and learn to recognize it. I want to distinguish the difference between gauzy dreams and glorious hope, and choose where I plant my faith. I’ll be cultivating hope, protecting it, nurturing it, and watching it grow.
Hope for the future needs good dirt to dig down into. Ultimately, my hope is in Christ Jesus —he’s the only one who’s never let me down, has promised to never leave, and has the power to back it up. I am in awe that I may journey with him daily.
My hope is not in the future…it is of the future.
Hope heals wounds. It is a balm that bathes the aching bruises and soothes the bloody hurt. We feel the pain in the present, from the damage done in the past. Yet, there are no answers in the past because there is no hope there.
Hope moves forward, hope looks forward, and hope is found in the forward movement of time.