Grief and hope meet.
In the midst of sorrow; shadows loom—darkness sets in.
And when it seems all hope has vanished—light reminds us...
Hope was always there.
In a single moment we shake under the weight of the fall and breathe deeply of the free air.
The glory in the rescue.
This is the inspiration behind Awaited [a-weighted] Hope—a series on suffering.
I was reading through Exodus at the start of this series. Midway through the book, the Israelites experience a range of conflicting emotions. At the same moment that they feel freedom—a release from five-hundred years of bondage—they also feel hopeless—crying out for food and water. They pray and they worship and they doubt. Long awaited was this hope before them, and yet a sinking weight within them gives way to disbelief.
On their journey, “the Lord went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead them along the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, that they might travel by day and by night.” [Exodus 13]
The glory of the Lord was literally in their midst—hope ever in front of them—and yet nightfall continually creeping in.
And isn’t this how we feel so often? We pray and we doubt. We know truth and hope and yet we are needy—we cry out!
I painted for this moment. I imagined the sky the way the Israelites must have seen it on their journey. The light of God affirming hope as darkness weighs down upon them.
My hope is that in the midst of darkness you will hold to hope.
Hold fast to truth.
Always remember you are not alone and grace abounds.
Do not lose sight of the rescue.