I write myself notes of various kinds. Partially because I like notes – because I like words. Partially because I need help remembering things. One note that’s been on my wall for a few months asks me a question that I need to remember the answer to: “Where does my hope come from?“
Today I read this:
Each morning that greets me is full of hope
Not because I am successful at what I am doing,
Or because the people near me appreciate me,
Or because circumstances are easy,
But because God is, and he is my Father.
To look at the morning any other way
Is to believe a lie.
To live in hope is to live in truth;
To live in truth is to bring him glory;
To bring God glory in my daily living
Is the highest form of worship.
[Lane, Timothy S. (2008). How People Change (p. 222). New Growth Press.]
… a reminder of where my hope comes from. It’s not from you and how much you like me or respect me. It isn’t found in any relationship. It’s not from my job and it has nothing to do with where I live. It’s not determined by the ease from which things come together.
My hope comes from God and from knowing God as my Father… knowing Jesus as my Savior… being filled with the Spirit.
The way I live should reflect that… the attitude I walk through each day with should reveal that I believe that…
It doesn’t always.
But I’m learning…