The Need For Hope

On Easter Sunday, I found myself having a terrible attitude. It was later in the evening, and at some point I turned on Dharius Daniels. I can’t even tell you what the gist of the message was, but at the end he said that people need to have hope. Now, here’s where my attitude came from. Looking back, I know that he was correct, but in the moment, I could only think of the reasons people don’t have hope. Looking at my own life, I mentally was back in 2019 with nothing and remembering how I had zero hope that life would get better. How could a person in dire straits have hope? After tussling with my bad attitude, I finally got it. It’s not for the person to actively HAVE hope. It’s for people who have come out on the other side to share their testimonies to give others hope. Ohhhhh! In 2019, I didn’t have a car, and out of pride, I wouldn’t ask my dad for help. I didn’t want to always ask my brother to borrow his truck. So I would pop up at local Enterprise offices to rent a car. One day I went to a different location. You can already imagine, I started talking to the owner at the counter. As I am sharing, she told me something I didn’t expect to hear. The same week that she was offered the opportunity to manage her own site, her lights were off in her home. She was down to nothing and had zero hope. She was struggling to get ready in the morning to get to work, but she kept going. And out of nowhere, things changed. I wanted to believe that it could happen for me, but my credit… My pit experience… My life… Even though I still had some miles to go in my own wilderness season, for a moment I had a glimmer of hope that things could change. Fast forward to the night I’m writing this. I just heard a preacher who was struggling with infertility share the moment a complete stranger prophesied over her. The woman didn’t know her story, but during prayer, she held her hand and prophesied that she saw her preaching on stages with a baby in one arm and a Bible in the other hand. After eight years of struggling, she now has four children, and the little guy is a baby. A baby she held up as she read Isaiah 40. Just last night I concluded a blog that sometimes all you need is faith. Tonight I conclude that in some seasons when your faith is on vapors like mine used to be, hold onto hope, even if you borrow it from someone else’s story.