Hope

With courage I assert that the best is yet to come. I write this on a day where the world is in turmoil, where people groups are suffering, where trepidation and fear have shaken the vital fabric of the heart.

My heart is weak and feeble, prone to fear, and fully alarmed. I am saddened, and grieved, by the weight of chaos in the streets. It doesn’t seem to be getting better. It is getting worse.

Then let me sink – not to be overcome, but to be overwhelmed by the hope that our Savior Jesus Christ knows what He’s doing, that truly, all loose, unraveling ends, terribly frayed, are even now finding strength as they are woven into a beautiful tapestry.

This illustration is as old as time. But I take courage in it. I mean to give my heart to Jesus, and to let Him so have my life, that I would find purpose as one of His threads.

The best is yet to come. The best came not too long ago, when He died on the cross for my sins, and was raised to life three days later.

Hang in there. You are not alone. The best thing that could happen to us is for us to realize we can’t do it on our own. We need Him. We need His strength. By that, in the courage to let go and to surrender to Him, we resign ourselves to the fate of the world in God’s hands, which is to be completely and utterly and eternally rescued.

In that hope, I dare say the best is yet to come.