I recently heard a story in which a seventeen year-old pregnant young woman first met her 17th foster mother. The foster mother, trying to connect with this young girl said, “I hope this works out”. Without skipping a beat the girl responded,
It is too painful to hope.
In that Jesus-y book, it says that “hope deferred makes the heart sick”. I heard a message on this recently and wow…yeah, it totally channeled yesterday’s post.
It called me to “undated hope” – that is hope without an expiration date. I know the ache of hoping for something with no timeline, the endless anticipation seems to make you raw.
To sense promise without a schedule of delivery.
To anticipate intently with no timeline.
This Christmas, the symbolism and imagery reminds me to wait for the anointed One. I can be confident in this undated promise based on what God did in the world through Jesus. You don’t have to believe in this, but for me, I can’t imagine life without the promise of deliverance.
Hope sprouts even in the face of everything painful. (You can listen to the message here starting Wednesday).