God is "he who promised." He promises so many things, and at times I feel as if my life is in limbo, waiting on Him to "come through." Other times, I feel as if I am drowning in a tidal wave of answered prayers and action and I'm not sure how to handle it all.
The worst, hardest thing is losing hope. Feeling alone and forgotten, feeling guilty and unknown. I think that is why the writer of Hebrews wants us to hold on to Hope. He could've said to hold on to what we know is right, what we should be doing day-by-day, etc. Maybe those aren't bad things to hold on to ... but the writer emphasized Hope.
For me, hope conjures up the image of dreaming, anticipating. I think it's beautiful when we get to anticipate what God is about to do. We're anxiously awaiting His next move, which ultimately leaves us standing in awe of who He really is.
This past week, I "finished" a project I've been working on since junior year of high school. I started filling a "prayer box" with little slips of colored paper, each time God answered a prayer, big or small. Now, I've glued them all to a poster board as a reminder that "He who promised is faithful" and "if we are faithless, he remains faithful, for he cannot disown himself" (2 Timothy 2:13)
I guess now it's time to start filling the box again!
Because I still have unanswered prayers, unhealed hurts, and unanswered questions. Sometimes I think too logically, and I discount the little miracles all around me.
Now there's nothing wrong with logic. Questioning and seeking answers is part of how God programmed us. But when we find ourselves thinking too logically, it's time to fall on our knees and ask for the gift of child-like faith. Of trust without hesitation.
Trusting and hoping anxious anticipation for His faithfulness to continually shine through isn't something that we can conjure up on our own; it's only through His Spirit in us we can bear any good thing (Gal. 5:22-23, John 15)