HOPE has a name.

Hope is one thing no one can take from me. This was pointed out by Carol in her comment to my previous post. And she's right...no one but me can take my hope away. God won't. Other people cannot...actually no one but me can lose my hope.
And I have come dangerously close at times. Wondering, waiting, knowing God is my Provider and thinking...almost believing...that He's not there. That He's forgotten me.
But that is not the truth. The last couple of years when everything has been in turmoil, only hope in an unchanging God has kept me going.
I'm in a funk as I write this, physically tired. We're looking for a new place to live, again. Looking for new employment, again. Wes is going to Ohio for a trial and then will be studying for the Arizona BAR. I'm appointed to the staff at church where I want to be yet financially must work elsewhere. Wes is in a good place with his health, but we wait, again, for the magic three month test to assure us of that.
All of this change, some brought by our choices; others because of circumstances we could not control. And wanting to be settled, to make friends and have relationships and stay in one place for a long time.
Hope has a name - Jesus.
But those who HOPE in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:31)