Words. Words are powerful. They build up and tear down. They inspire fear, anger, awe, and hope.
Hope. Hope is mysterious. Trusting that a yet unseen reality is or somehow will be. It's crazy, it's wonderful, it... changes everything. Hope offers a reason to live, a reason to fight, a reason to be joyful. Of course, there is the ultimate hope of seeing Christ glorified in all the earth and spending eternity with Him, but He also plants seeds of hope for things along the way.
Someone said something to me once. I realize that happens to each of us thousands of times a day, but this was different. In a moment of despair, the words caused my heart to leap and flutter in joyful, surprised anxiety. Could it be true? Could that ever be?
Has anyone ever spoken words to you that inspired crazy hope like that? It seems so unlikely, so far out there, but everything in me yearns for it to be true. For this reason, it rests nestled in my heart. We know our ultimate hope is true. He who has promised is faithful. The hope of the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ should be shouted from the rooftops. This little hope, though, is different. It may be realized, it may not. I do so want it to be. So for now, it is not to be spoken. It's delicate and treasured and I will wait and see, though it may take a lifetime to be realized.
May we use our words to build up. May we use our words to inspire hope. May we use our words to point to Jesus.
May we treasure the Gospel. May our hearts leap at the name of Jesus. May we shout from the rooftops of His glory, love, and grace. He is worthy.
