I watched the all heartbreaking tragedies and the pandemic of 2020 on the news and it left me feeling empty and hopeless. The question that plagued my mind then and now. . . where was the hope? Hope is an essential to our well-being and was desperately need it during a pandemic that refuses to be contained. But the voice of hope was drowned out by the clamor of politics, chaos, violence and tragedy.
Stuck in a cycle of bad news.
When your life is turned upside down by tragedy, violence and pandemic that refuses to be contained. Where do you find hope in moments like that?
Emily Dickenson wrote
Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
I like how Emily described hope as something that perches in her soul . . . exactly where hope should be. Hope is the lifeline that takes us from tragedy to triumph. despair to delight and delight to praise. Is hope perched in your soul? Does it sing and never stop?
The Psalms are filled the trials and struggles of a King David. A man who poured his heart out to God, and reminded himself to put his hope in God. God understands our pain, frustrations and heartaches, knows everything about us. and even the hairs are head are numbered. So why not tell him your troubles, lay down our burdens and connect to His lifeline of hope.
God speaks in a still small voice
The world is loud, but voice of hope can be heard, through prayer, reading God's Word, and messages we hear at church. Signs of hope are everywhere, if we take time to listen for the song of hope that's perched in our soul.
Seen first on Gracefulpen.org