Sometimes counting on Truth and Hope feel like drinking cough syrup to cure our cancer. Or they seem somewhere far away in the back of our minds like something we knew once but can’t know now, and there’s a cloud raining gloom and grief over our present thoughts.
It doesn’t make the Truth any less true. It doesn’t mean there’s no Hope. It doesn’t mean that Love failed.
Because Truth and Hope and Love and Grace do win. They aren’t cough syrup to cure cancer.
They’re holy touches into our dead hearts that bring them back to life.
Because God brings us to life in the greatest capacity. He brings life that goes beyond mortal life. He brings hope that our salvation is sure, tells us the truth of who we are to Him – his beloved children. He pours out grace when we forget that.
We surely remember our hurts and our wandering, the bitter feelings and the bad taste it left in our mouths.
Yes, we remember them, and our souls feel heavy.
Yet. [what a hopeful word]
We have pulled a truth out of the deep wells of our minds, and because of it, we dare to have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed by that darkness, those fears, that grief, our sin, our past, our present.
His mercies are new every morning. Every single one.
Great is your faithfulness, God. [hope, hope, hope]
‘The Lord is mine, everything I need, my inheritance,’ says my soul.
Because he’s all that I have and all that I need, I will hope in Him.
(Paraphrase of Lamentations 3:19-24)
And this is the song we listen to on days like today.