Not a word that gets a lot of use in our day to day.
Shaina uses that word in her prayers whenever I'm driving.
verse 23. "Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful."
I don't know if it is our situation with Chaia in the hospital or what, but the word 'Hope' grabs me.
Where our hope is found determines who we will become.
I don't hold unswervingly to hope that the doctors will make Chaia well.
I don't hold unswervingly to hope that Chaia will be healed.
The hope I hold onto is in the better way of Jesus. That the cross, the symbol of ultimate defeat and agony was redeemed to become the symbol of rescue, forgiveness, life and joy. And that the one who pulled off that miracle is more than able, more than enough and is able to do more than we could ever ask or imagine.
Our hope is steadfastly, squarely on Jesus.
Because there's nothing better.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my Hope and Stay.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.