As I sit here staring at a blank document, I wonder what to write. I had written all the right words for this lesson yesterday. That document vanished. Oddly, I cannot remember what it said. Since then a lot has happened. Truthfully, a lot has been going on for quite some time. I would be utterly lost beneath the brokenness around me and in me were it not for that glimmering hope which holds me steadfast within. You see, my hope is not based on anything I own, nor what surrounds me. Family, work, money, health, and life are such fleeting things. Mom is desperately ill and I cannot reach her. I cannot go to her or comfort her because I left Missouri to come to Florida when my son called me and needed help. That is what one does, isn’t it? Doesn’t perfect love drop everything to save another?
Only then we find that we cannot save anyone. No amount of love or sacrifice can. The harsh reality is just that. Sometimes, we must walk away and let them fall. How often did I fall or fail God before the scales began to fall off my eyes? Is that not what we find as true throughout scripture? How desperately Moses tried to stand in the gap for the people of Israel, pleading for God’s mercy and grace to fall upon them? Yet, judgement had to come repeatedly, while only a remnant turned to God for salvation. But without the heartbreak and sorrow, would any have awoken from their sleep? Yet, there are these truths to sustain me. Therein is my hope anchored on Jesus Christ, the solid rock on which I stand. There is no sweeter name. He is my joy, my hope, and my strong tower.
Micah 7:1-6
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