I have once again been learning about hope. It has always been a difficult thing for me to wrap my brain around. Its not a tangible thing that I can take hold of, and that sometimes makes it difficult to feel like I have it.
Lately, though, the Lord has been stirring something in me. A want and desire to see things fixed. I am learning that it isn't up to me. I don't need to put my hope is something. Christ is my hope. I have it. I have Christ. Christ came to fix this broken world and I believe in that. I know that Heaven will be our home, an unbroken and safe place. I am continuously comforted by this. I don't know how it will all work out, and sometimes its vague in my mind. 1 Peter says, "Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your soul."
I went to my parents house this afternoon to visit. I had been sick earlier this week, so hadn't seen my dad for a few days. He didn't say much, he told me that he missed me this week. The change in him in even that short time is very difficult to bear. He is mostly in his wheelchair, or sitting on the couch. He is so week that even hold a book up to read is difficult. His voice is week and very quiet and he can hardly stand on his own. I love to see is bright blue eyes look up at me and smile a little. I know that he is not my dad, my dad has been gone for sometime now. But I see him in those eyes and I know that look. The look of a father that loves his children, finds joy in seeing them. I am so afraid that he is sad. It breaks my heart to see my dad who was so strong and healthy just over a year ago, be degraded to this state. I honestly still can't wrap my brain around it. The only thing that I can do is to cling to the hope I have.
"According to His great Mercy, He has caused us to be born again into a living hope, through the resurrection of Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled and unfading, kept in heaven for you. "
I over heard him telling someone that the Lord is telling him to be strong in his faith. I am encouraged that he looks forward to heaven, that he has hope. He will obtain the outcome of his faith. Hope isn't wishful thinking. Its a thing. A real thing.