Hope

18 I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. 19 For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. 20 For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope21 that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. 23 Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.   Romans 8:18-23

 

I went on a walk this morning while it was still dark.  The air was blustery at times and eerily still at times.  The leaves played in symphony as the wind rustled them with it’s abnormal rhythm.  Then suddenly the sound would halt, as if directed to rest by their Conductor. The street light by my house burnt out and sporadic lightning lit my way.  A storm was brewing and it felt like creation was holding its breath, waiting for what would come next.  I found myself joining in the anticipation… looking at the sky, reading the wind, feeling the air, wondering how long I had before the bottom would drop.  Every creaky tree, every paper dry leaf, every stalk of grass, every sheltered animal seemed to ache and groan for God’s rain.

Today, I echo creation’s groan for my Creator’s provision.  My soul is bordering on paper dry, my mind feels creaky and worn out.  I am battered by the pain in this world.  I find myself calling out to God, asking Him, “How long Lord?  How long before You return and revive all things?”  The verses above contrast the world of “here and now” with the world of ” is to come”.  The present world is frustrated, anxious, and in bondage but the world that is to come is liberated, free, glorious, and redeemed. Amen!

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.”  Oh how excited this makes me!  The present sufferings are real and shattering but God’s glory is too wonderful for me to even imagine.  Truths like this build hope in me,  reminiscent of waiting for the building storm this morning.  I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when.  I know that Jesus is coming, I just don’t know when.  But when He does, we will no longer hold our breath.  In fact, we may join Creation in taking the first real breath our lungs have ever felt.  And the air will be sweet my friends, just wait.

Lord, thank you for hope.  Remind those in dark seasons of life that your hope is the flame that never goes out, even in the darkest nights.  Thank you for promising your presence with us always.  Help us remember You as we go about our days on earth and help us look joyfully forward to the life that is to come.  I love you.  Amen

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Photo Credit: Brice Alvord

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Rainless Life

God has stirred in my soul through the weather lately.  I wrote this poem during a downpour…

Rainless life, what would it be?
It seems like such a joy to me.
Sunshine only, no clouds or gray
to make my life seem dark that day.

Rainless life, what would it be?
How would it write my own story?
Would depth of life be true at all,
Would Jesus’s name I cease to call?

No gushing river would rise to cross.
All colors of earth would sense a loss.
What green would I know without the rain,
What health would I know without the pain?

Creator of the rain, forgive all rainless desires inside;
for rain sent by You  reveals my soul and melts my foolish pride.
So Living Water, come in your storm and weaken me to the core,
for when I am weak I can be filled by You only more and more.