Hope Springs Eternal

Hope Springs Eternal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I rounded the bend along the country road, my shoulders sagged beneath the heavy burdens of my heart. Hope was missing. Despair was flourishing. Blue had a spring in his step on this bright summer day, but my feet merely shuffled along trying to keep up with his tugs on the leash. My thoughts were many — my fears of an unknown future exploding within the darkened corners of my mind.

Sunlight glimmered in a small puddle up ahead. When Blue and I reached the puddle’s edge, it stirred with life. A dozen or so swallowtails had gathered for a drink and respite from the heat. My approach scattered them in a blaze of yellow which lifted all about me. Several circled Blue and me before rising toward the heavens. Others rose in a delicate flight to the milkweed blooms nearby.

My heart skipped with delight at this graceful dance before me. Circling, rising, falling — floating upon the wings of the wind. I felt the corners of my mouth turn up into a much needed smile and from a very deep place within came the words, “Hope springs eternal.”

I felt the warmth of my Savior as He embraced me with His sweet Presence.

Hope.

As long as there is breath, there is hope for the child of God. For as far as the east is from the west, so is His great love for us. His eyes roam to and fro across the face of the earth seeking those who are devoted to Him who need to be encouraged. Our God is a god of impossibilities, for nothing is too difficult for Him. He is faithful. Merciful. And good.

Yes, hope springs eternal. And when the world would attempt to strip us of our joy and our peace, when the enemy of our soul would attempt to wear us down with fears and distractions, our Lord breathes hope into our barren places.

Mesmerized, my eyes followed the heavenly messengers of soft yellow as they danced on a song of hope displayed just for me. Their buttery wings opened and folded again and again, lifting them on the gentle breeze of God’s Presence.

And with each wing span unfolding into the afternoon light, hope rose within me, for I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that my God is with me.

“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.”~ Psalm 62:5