Sometimes I wonder where I can find God. When I look, I discover God in the stars at night. The beauty of waves crashing against the shore. The majesty of mathematics. The intricate beauty of music. Children as they laugh and play. A couple holding hands after 50 years of marriage. The face of a stranger. Moments of prayer. Singing God’s praises. Forgiveness. Reading scripture. And an infinite number of other places. The reason is simple. The God I’m trying to find already has found me.
I look at the world – and I look for hope. I look at people I know – and I look for hope. I look at me – and I look for hope. But I have a confession to make. I’m usually not nearly as interested in looking for hope as I am looking for things to work out the way I want.
So I have a request to make. Do whatever it takes to help me know You’re the hope I’m looking for.
Be honest with me. Be tough on me. Be persistent in spite of me. Until I truly experience the depth, breadth and wonder of Your hope.
Hope that is grace so powerful – I can never get in its way. Hope that is forgiveness so wonderful – I am relieved of guilt imagined and avoided. Hope that is transformation so complete – I see, think, feel, believe and act in brand new ways. Hope that is a miracle so real – I am able to live Your hope by just being me.
I pray this in the power of Jesus’ name – Amen.
Painful events have occurred through the world this past week – but today is still God’s day. Something may be threatening to overwhelm me – but today is still God’s day. The future is truly a mystery – but today is still God’s day. This reality is more powerful than anything else, including the sum total of all natural disasters, hateful acts and personal pain. But here’s what really makes it really personal. The fact that today is still God’s day means it’s my day, too.
I mess up all the time. Sometimes it’s small and doesn’t amount to anything. Other times it takes some effort to clean up, but eventually is forgotten. And then there are those time when what I do is so colossal I regret it the rest of my life. Sadly, I seem to keep messing up – sometimes over and over – in spite of my best efforts. So here’s what I need to remember. I may mess up, but God’s grace always happens more.
Tragedies are personal, involve people we care about and unfold on the other side of the world while we watch from the comfort of our homes. They not only overwhelm us, they deplete us of what we must have to thrive – hope. We affirm that God is our great hope provider, but we often fail to experience it because we’re so focused on finding the hope we’re convinced we need. So what does this mean? I need to claim God’s signs of hope that are all around me right now.