impossible hope.

I’m turning 23 in a month.

There are dreams in me that I long to see fulfilled, that just aren’t happening.

I have old journals full of pages of promises God gave, that I banked on. Of dreams God planted in me, that I counted on.

Where are these promises? Where are all these dreams? Where is their fulfillment?

Why am I here, in this place, doing seemingly nothing to get me any closer to any of those things, not really knowing for how long, just trying to take it all one day at a time because that’s all I can do?

I ask these questions, and I always return to the same reality: He is the Author and Perfecter of my faith, my story, all of history, and He is faithful to finish what He started.

I ask my questions, and He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind if I ask them over and over and over again. He is a patient father, the kindest one I know.

So I can dream and I can get disheartened when those dreams don’t happen, and then I can ask, and ask again “Where is…” and “Why…?” ….and keep asking, and He keeps saying again, every time,

Walk by faith.”

So I fix my eyes not on what is seen, because what’s seen isn’t very much to look at. I fix them on what is unseen. Because when I see with eternity’s eyes, I see so much.

There’s always so much happening behind the scenes of our story. What’s taking place underground the lifeless garden is beautifully remarkable.

So I think on all the impossibilities, and I look at the mountains in front of me.

The finances that are non-existent. The degree I don’t have. The future plans that appear very difficult to carry out. The obstacles that discourage me from even the smallest desire to overcome them.

I look at all of it, and I ask my questions, and then I press on. I walk by faith. I run toward those mountains and those obstacles, knowing my God will turn them into a wide open place before my very eyes.

Yahweh, the God I serve, the God I don’t just serve but know, and love, and am lavishly loved by, – this God – is a God of the impossible.

Dreams are coming alive underneath the earth where nothing is visible above. Growth is rapidly happening underneath the ground of your garden of deepest dreams.

Keep hope alive. Get faith, and guard it with your life. Someday is not so far away. Maybe tomorrow is the day you will see the first sprout.

But if it isn’t?

Keep going.

Become so preoccupied with who Jesus is that where you are on the journey matters not.

Before you know it, you’ll be staring your dreams right in the face.

 

xoxo,

H.R.R.

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