When Hope Grows Up: Hope In His PlanSample

Hope can be a tricky concept for many of us, especially those of us who have gone through any kind of major struggle, trauma, loss, or tragedy in our lives. I am a survivor of infertility and loss. Through our infertility journey, hope at times was our best friend and at other times felt like our worst enemy. You see, my faith did not grow strong until after our infertility journey ended. And you may be surprised, as our journey ended without the desired result of babies. I usually tell people there is nothing like being a mental health therapist who struggled with infertility to make you be pretty mad at God. And yet here I am, my faith the strongest it has ever been. This strength was not found in hope, but rather in allowing myself to doubt and question. And, yes, to even be angry with God. It was within my doubt, questioning and anger, and allowing myself to fully embrace it all, that His clarity washed over me. AND HOPE SHINED AGAIN; A HEALTHIER HOPE THAT IS. Not the hope that if we kept trying, kept praying, kept doing what society told us to do, that God would do our will because we had hope. I had to learn to let go of this hope, because if I am truthful, it was only the hope for things to turn out the way I wanted; how I thought things needed to be. It was the clarity of a healthier hope that came with learning to practice active acceptance of what we cannot change, balanced with the trust that He holds the end of our story. Within my working faith, within the doubt and the questioning, I allowed enough room for hope to be a true anchor. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm, and secure. (Hebrews 6:19 NIV) THIS WORK HAS ALLOWED HOPE TO BE AN ANCHOR FOR MY SOUL, NOT A HOPE FOR MY PLAN, BUT THE CLARITY AND TRUST IN HIS. And so I will continue to hold His hope for my life, even if it has not necessarily turned out how I planned. Because I know he has the end of my story, as He does yours, and I trust it is amazing for both of us.