It’s been a long road…ten years this November to be exact. Been traveling the same road for ten. Long. Years. Oh, sure, there’s been rest stops, hills, sweet surprises, pretty scenery and many things learned along the way. But my legs are cramped, my mind is weary and my heart is longing. I’m ready to be there. This road has been fraught with questions, fears, tears, frustration, anger, loneliness, and, I must admit, jealousy. This road of want and desire that never seems to end. Like a drive to nowhere. Why do I keep going? Why do I press on, eyes forward, hands on the wheel only to find that around the curve is more of the same? Because I must hope. Hope is the feeling that what is wanted can be had. I have to hope. For what is lost if hope is unfulfilled? The chance to have not hoped? Nothing, no nothing, is lost in hoping. So, I will drive, pedal to the floor.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:3