Hope is always there

Time to post before another month goes by! Those were great verses about giving and God’s generosity, resulting in the fruit of praise, but I’ve certainly had trouble working on them… can’t even remember the reference. Oh well, this “habit” was only started up again because someone suggested that even if you don’t actually get the verses memorized, the “trying” to do it is a good activity.

Last month didn’t even seem that busy, but lately there’s more “excuse” for not blogging & memorizing, what with terrible colds, strep throat… starting way back with a wedding in Toronto, and trying to help Sam endure his busy work schedule (somehow, but of course, one can’t do it for him!)

I’ve sure been enjoying Lynn Austin’s historical fiction books. Even though she has a recurring theme of people/Christians being mad at God, and coming to grips with deep suffering, each story is quite different! Some centre on poor people, some on rich, from Bible times to WWII stories… from the perspectives of women in the work force, older Jewish men, even children’s perspectives sometimes, slaves, doctors… they all have a love story of course, but the last one I read focused more on the relationship between two very rich sisters.

I could go on and on about her writing… but to focus on the latest one I’m reading (While We’re Far Apart), a certain theme (one of the many in the book) has come up that was actually in my mind before/lately. That in spite of all the difficult things that happen, God always provides something to give you a spark of hope, even if it’s hard to notice sometimes. Sometimes, you have to forcefully look for those “sparks”. In the story it was the dog coming home after being lost, the children providing company for the older Jewish man, and other things like that.

I read somewhere else lately that God is always speaking to us, if we would only be open to see it, and this is something that I’ve generally been able to enjoy (unless things get very busy). Just recently, I’ve felt that God was saying that you can always look at things with the perspective of saying: “things will not always be like this” (hard). That gives hope. In fact, it’s also my experience, at my age, that things do change, no matter how long they seem to go on.

Of course, sometimes we don’t want things to change, and the key in that case, is to look for the thing that is better about the change, or how to make it better, even in some small way. (Like pretty thanksgiving plates, when you have a smaller number for dinner.) In these times, it’s so wonderful to remember that “the steadfast love of the Lord never ceases”–even when it seems like He is not there, not loving, whatever, we can know that He IS there, and his love never ceases! That’s why I’ve decided to make the following verse my next one to memorize, even though I’ve mostly already memorized it from the song. :D

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
23 they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
    “therefore I will hope in him.” (Lamentations 3:22-24)

It would be easy enough to “make” this fit for the theme of “fruit” (the fruit of God’s love is my hope?) But maybe I should just leave it alone… after all, I’ve even been failing at eating fruit, though I haven’t given up hope!

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