Hope is open.
Hope hops along trusting.
rearranges our disjointed efforts.
Hope fills with expectation,
carries us joyfully
Amanda (drawing) and Don (poem)
“I created a basket and felt the Lord was inviting me to ‘arise’ again like the bulbs that ‘arise’ at this time of year. I was reminded as I placed the plants within the soil that we also have to feed and water our souls with God’s word like we feed and water our plants to bring out their full potential of beauty.” ‘My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise my darling, my beautiful one and come away with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.” Song of Songs 2:10-12
‘For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.’ Isaiah 43:19
HOPE – AN ADVENTURE
Hope is not something vague and uncertain, it is no pipe dream, wishful thinking, or far – fetched fantasy.
Hope is not something false, shaky, unlikely, desperate or despairing,
like a leaky boat on a stormy sea. No!
Hope is an adventure, heart-racing anticipation, built on The Rock,
gained by experience and relationship.
Hope is the knowledge that behind the clouds the sun is shining,
and will soon break through, that you will make it to the mountain peak
where you will breathe pure air and know awesome peace.
Hope is knowing that the road leads to a better place, and at the end of the race,
there is a prize, that life here, at its best, is only a dim shadow of what is to come.
“I planted some flowers during the session in two baskets and I decorated some stones. It was so refreshing and it gave me a sense of contentment and well-being to be able to create something without any pressure to perform. The two spring baskets speak to me of the hope of renewal in me.”
Two boats before me, they look the same,
But one will sustain me, the other makes me lame.
A boat of hope and a boat of despair,
Which will I choose when I’m in prayer?
If life looks good, it is easy to hope,
But with no exit plan we begin to choke.
God hears my prayer but leaves me high and dry,
There’s no hope left, and I begin to cry.
If prayer is answered my faith was right,
The Lord decided to answer my plight.
Through storm or calm, the sea’s I’m in,
Only my anchor, the peace it brings.
Sure, and steadfast, my boat will not sink,
Despite what my humanness wants to think.
With each passing day, no help comes my way,
But still I just trust and hope and pray.
My circumstances are not the thing,
Instead I focus on Jesus, on Him.
This is the starting point from which I hope,
Not on my daily trials that I mope.
Patiently, expectantly I wait for the signs,
That remind me I’m His, and He is mine.
That’s all I hope for, the rest will come,
It’s not my will Lord, but thy will be done.
“I was wrestling with ‘doing some thing’ and nothing was flowing. As I prayed, God said ‘ finish the poem from last month’. I replied, ‘well that’s not about Hope is it!’ He whispered, ‘it is, it is Your story of Hope’. And indeed it is!”
“I was reminded about the freshness of hope as hints of spring appear, and as I was drawing began to feel I was absorbing God’s truth in a deeper way “
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