I’ve heard it from hundreds: I just can’t.
Whatever the trauma, whatever brand of suffering is yours, you’re weak and unable to hold on anymore. It’s hard. It’s oppressive. Nobody seems to quite understand what you’re going through.
We hear it especially in this season of perpetual hope, and joy, and peace. Problem is we don’t feel very hopeful, or joyful, or peaceful…
Friends and family try their best to be uplifting, saying ‘Hang in there’ or ‘Just hold on, it’ll get better’. Even as parents we tell our kids, ‘Hold on’ while we finish something up. The customer service people on the other end of the phone say ‘Please hold’, as if the please makes it easier to keep holding on.
Holding, hanging, requires some bit of strength. Some absolute to maintain a grasp. So what about when you’re so depleted and weakened you don’t have ANY strength? What about that?!?!
Sometimes we find ourselves in a place where we still have a bit, we can hang on, and we do. Other times were so strengthened and we are able to help offer strength to others. It’s not that we are strong enough to save ourselves- it’s that we haven’t yet been in a situation that strips us of our strength, OR we’ve already been there and have been built back up. The later are those who know and can relate to that feeling of hopelessness.
As one of those people, I’m here to tell you – you don’t. You don’t have to hold on, to hang in, to muster personal strength that isn’t there. Nope.
We don’t have to worry about finding hope or searching for that which we seemingly cannot find. It’s already found us. Rather, HE has already found us and is right here waiting to scoop us up and hold on to us. He who knows we are too weak and too diminished to even lift our head much less our arms.
He comes as that rescuer on the hovering helicopter, lowered on the line, looking for those who need rescue. Those who cannot rescue themselves, those who cannot wade the flood waters to get to safety. While we’re a tuck on a tin roof, while the waters rise, the wind blows at unfathomable speeds and there’s nothing- nothing- to hold on to…
He swoops down, and grabs us, hooks us in tightly to his rig, holds us like an eagles talon holds its prey, and caries is to safety. What’s out part in this?? What do we do to be rescued?
We don’t fight it. We let Him.
He is Jesus. He is Hope Himself.
Whatever is the trauma or brand of suffering that’s made you weak – it cannot compete with the strength of Hope. It’s not always feasible to grab onto or hold onto or hang onto Hope. But it’s always, ALWAYS possible to allow Hope to grab and hold onto you.
I quote this verse all the time. Because it’s true. Because I love it.
Not only this, but we also rejoice in sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance, character, and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Amidst the hustle and hype and busy days ahead, I offer you this attitude and change in thinking:
Hope has me.
That’s it. Whoever you are wherever you’re at, whatever it is you’re going through. Hope is here hovering over you, waiting for you to allow Him to scoop you up. Let Him.