What are you hoping for right now, dear heart?
What are you praying for?
Please don’t stop.
Don’t stop believing the best.
Don’t let fear bully you into shrinking back from your hope.
And this is not the “prosperity gospel.”
This is the freedom-giving, life-breathing, hope-multiplying command from our Savior, our Hope Anchor.
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things…so now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love” (1 Cor 13:7,13 emphasis mine).
My knee has been injured for over a year.
After months of trying-procedures-and-them-not-working, after all the money poured into this part of my body that was preventing me from even just playing hopscotch with my favorite littles, I finally had knee surgery to fix the problem.
After surgery, I was afraid to hope for a bright outcome. My fearful knee-jerk reaction (see what I did there?!) was to wait for the other shoe to drop and…my doctor – my doctor – totally called me out on it.
“Robyn,” he said.
“Yes?” I squeaked. (His authoritative, tough-love presence makes me talk in squeaks for some reason. Maybe that’s why he always leaves the room laughing.)
“You HAVE to get out of your own head. You know, worrying can actually hinder healing. It’s proven. You’ve got to believe me when I say This. Is. Working.”
My doctor even knows! Medical practices even know the truth that God has already so lovingly clued us in on:
“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones,” (Proverbs 17:22).
Why do we accept worry and cynicism as normal? Why? When the Author of our very own hearts has given us a better, life-breathing way?
For me, it’s simply fear. Fear of the unknown, I suppose.
But by God’s grace, I will not be bullied by fear anymore.
And it’s true: I don’t know the outcome of what my knee will look like a year from now. A month from now. Tomorrow.
I don’t know.
But faith hopes for the things not seen and I know my God has told me, “Pray to Me honestly. Tell Me the desires of your heart. After all, I know them already. Don’t hide from Me.”
Father, I want to run again. I want to skip and hop and bound down the stairs, Lord. It’s what I want. I want to be hopeful and unashamed. Please heal my knee. Please fill me with Your hope and Your peace and Your Perfect Love, which casts out all my fear.
And suddenly, Jehovah Shalom comforts and quiets and yet at the same time, makes my heart fill with hope like a deer prancing upon the heights (Ps 18:33).
I don’t know what my knee will look like tomorrow. I’m not saying the lie that you can “Just picture it and it will happen!” Because that’s a big, fat lie.
But God tells us, He commands us, to hope. Not because we always get everything we want, but because hope is truly the language, the thought-pattern, the heart medicine from the Lover of our hearts Himself that balms over fear, transforming it into trust.
I will choose a cheerful heart: the heart that stares uncertainty in the face and says “My God is able. My God is Healer. And He loves me. I will not be afraid. I am in His hands.”
“Now may the God of hope fill [us] with all joy and peace as [we] trust in Him, so that [we] may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Rom 15:13).
Grace, peace, and hope you, beloved hearts,