Today I’ve invited my friend Stacey Thacker to share the power of remembering hope in the midst of everyday chaos.
I scratch the word hope in my best, albeit bad, handwriting on a memo board in my kitchen while I’m supposed to be doing dishes. The dishes are mocking me today. It seems like I can’t get to the bottom of the sink no matter how hard I try. I’m determined at 11:00 pm to wrestle them into the dishwasher and scrub down the sink because Monday needs to start with a clean slate.
It has been three years since I started twirling hope around in my mind and so as the water sprays down over my Mount Everest of dishes, I think hard on this tiny little word with enormous impact. I walk back to the board and doodle little laurels all around it. (Thank you very much Nester for this newest obsession of mine).
I grab my dishtowel and realize why hope is so attractive to weary moms like me:
- When life moves fast, hope breathes grace.
- When tender hearts break under the weight of great loss, hope promises to hold us together.
- When friends seem few and far between, hope never leaves.
- When guilt chases you down and calls you ugly, hope throws open its arms and welcomes you home.
“Hope is not a wish or sprinkle of magical fairy dust. Hope is a person. Hope comes with flesh and blood in Jesus. When I call to him, he comes quickly. He has no expectations of me. Actually, quite the opposite.” Hope for the Weary Mom, p 47.
When I think of hope today, it isn’t something with feathers or the words to a Disney song my girls sing in the back seat of my minivan. Hope is a person.
This one small truth has gained me whole lot of freedom.
I close my eyes and whisper a simple prayer of gratitude for three years of discovering more of who Jesus is in my life. When I open my eyes my dishes are still close to a national disaster. Nothing has changed in that department. I’m the one who has changed. Hope leans in and whispers my name and says,
“Do not fear, for I am with you;
Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you, surely I will help you,
Surely I will uphold you with my righteous right hand”
Isaiah 41:10, NASB
And he does.
Also doesn’t she kind of remind you of Ellen Pompeo?
P.S. Stacey is also a member of Hope*ologie, which of course we love. This month Dad featured Stacey in our “Meet the Hope*ologist” segment, which we have made public so you can read it whether you are a member or not. I adore Stacey and I know you will, too.