"Sometimes people are so quiet and brave, we forget that they are suffering.
... sometimes the road you’re on is more important than the bus waiting out on the road that someone else says you have to take. There comes a place when your world will go all quiet and the only thing that will be left is the last beat of your own heart. Still often enough you learn its beating song before its forever gone. There are only so many bluing spring skies to inhale. If you haven’t ever really decided where you’re going, any road will get you there — it’s only when you know where you want to go, that there’s only One Way. Maybe time changes none of us — maybe it only wears us down to our truest selves. Sometimes you get so used to something, you forget that anything is possible. Who believes in unseen things, in impossible things, in the things you can’t measure and control and deduce and reduce and wrap up in a reasonably neat and timely package and who in this cynical world remembers how to find Hope? “There is not a square inch in the whole domain of our human existence over which Christ, who is Sovereign over all, does not cry, Mine!” [Kuyper]
“We believe that the unseen hand may be at times assuredly felt by gracious souls.” [Spurgeon]
Except we believe that an unseen Hope makes a Red Sea Road where there is no way. Except we can believe in miracles because we’ve known the miracle of change in our own hearts and where there is real love, there are always real miracles.
Time can’t dictate dreams or hijack hope or determine destination.
Time may have hands on the clock but it’s arms are too weak to rob anybody of hope, steal anybody’s prayers, destroy anybody’s joy. And So what if time’s got hands on a clock — it’s God who has His Hands on the universe. Every little thing is going to be okay because God is working good through every little thing. All that’s happening is just happening to make miracles. There are miracles always unfolding under the impossibles.
“Joys are always on their way to us,” writes Amy Carmichael. “They are always traveling to us through the darkness of the night. There is never a night when they are not coming.
Because there is never a night where joys are not coming to us, there is never a road that can’t arrive at Hope. Circumstances can go ahead and run out of time — but the courageous refuse to run out of hope. We can always hope because there is always joy traveling to us down the unexpected roads. And because the thing is: Hope always has a cost and hope is always worth it, because who wants the cheap and deadened alternative? Hope fuels the soul to impossible places. no one knows how a road will unfold."
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