12/21/2025
In this season of life, hope is something that I’m trying to cling to. Hope is something that feels a bit painful at times; something I want let go of, but something God keeps telling me to hold onto; to carry around with me. I picture my hope in a brown shoe box, as though I’m carrying it around in my armpit… it’s my little buddy that goes everywhere with me- even when I would desperately like to store it on a shelf in heaven for safe keeping-asking God to give it back when the time is right.
But the Bible tells us that hope deferred makes the heart sick, and earlier this year, when I tried to put my hope on a shelf in heaven, it did make my heart sick- and it started leaking like a poison into other parts of my life, making me bitter, untrusting and resentful towards God.
I was sent a Butterfly Box from Twelve 12 Ministries, a ministry that supports parents struggling with pregnancy loss and with infertility. In this sweet box was a sticker with Romans 12:12 “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.”
I have been patient through tribulation this year, and I have been constant in prayer… but being joyful in hope has been something I have been struggling with. To keep hoping for something that seems impossible, means being vulnerable for heart break- over and over again.
As I read this verse, I told God, “But my hope is in heaven with you- for safe keeping.” He told my heart, “I never asked you to put your hope in heaven.”
So I grabbed this hope box, one of my most precious possessions right now- the one that somehow grieves me too and I’ve kept it with me ever since.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at a market next to my new friend, The Painted Lily. At the end of the market, as I looked over her beautiful work, I saw this ornament, and knew that it was made for me. When I showed it to Thomas, I could tell it was made for him too, as we both continue the practice of welcoming hope- wild hope. Hope that doesn’t make sense.
So I’ll continue to pack around my hope box- maybe a little worse for wear- and as I read this beautiful ornament to my heart- I am rooting myself in the truth of God and of his word. That he is still faithful, that hoping in him is still a trustworthy anchor for my soul, and that all of his promises in Christ are “yes!” and “amen!”