Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. – Romans 15:13
My phone buzzed in my pocket like a toddler tugging at my pant leg for attention. A text message. I was in the middle of folding towels and encouraging my son to finish up his video game time, so I let it go.
“Mom, five more minutes. Please,” he pleaded.
And simultaneously, the reminder notification that a text message was waiting startled me. Buzzzzzzz.
“Ok, but then you need to wrap it up and brush your teeth for bed,” I called out.
The five-minute trick gets me every time, and I needed the five minutes to get the towels put away, so I was okay with it. I hurried up the stairs to the linen closet.
“Need some prayer…” she said.
I stopped the scurry and poured over the pool of words.
“Nathan wants to switch schools,” she said. “He and his dad are on a trip and he says he likes it there and wants to stay. I’m here and I don’t want to be away from him, but maybe this is just the fresh start he needs after all the girlfriend drama from last year. We’ve talked about moving there. I don’t know what to do.”
I felt it. Like a tug-of-war. Two sides. Pulling. Two perspectives. Wrestling.
“Trying to find God’s hand in this is challenging,” she said.
I feel that. We all do.
We are living in uncertain times. We are facing unprecedented circumstances.
There’s a global pandemic virus, civil unrest, and outbursts of violence. We cannot move about, shop for essentials, complete everyday transactions, get medical attention, spend time with others, or send our kids to school in the manner we are used to. We are out of sorts. Emotions and routines are out of whack. The struggle is real.
And, we can hope. Not because we always know the right decision to make or because our cultural norms are intact. We can hope, or have confident expectation, during our struggles because God’s love for us is sure.
We can confidently expect Him to carry us, comfort us, and care for us in every circumstance. He is love.
He is our Rock. He is our Guide. He is our Peace.
May we reflect this hope to others when they need it most.
“I will of course pray. Do you need to talk?” I texted back.
“If you have time,” she replied.
“Son,” I shouted from the top of the stairs, “I need five more minutes. I’ve gotta make a call.”
Dear Lord, thank you that you are a God of hope. Even though we face challenges and uncertainty, we can rely on You. Your love is sure. Please fill us with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. And help us share that hope with others when they need to be reminded.