Fighting Hope

Hope. It’s a word we use so flippantly in so many simple daily ways. We ‘hope’ it doesn’t rain, we ‘hope’ for a win, we ‘hope’ someone has a nice day. It’s not an action, not something we feel deep inside, but a wish thrown into the wind.

I’ve come to see hope much differently. We now hope through action and prayer, hope with our very souls, not into the wind but directly, truly to God. But what we hope for has sometimes divided our family.

My true hope is that one day we’ll have answers, will know where Austin is, no matter what those answers are. I also truly hope that through this, God will use me to have impact on people. While I have a small flicker of thought that he may be alive, it’s not where my hope lies. To me, hope is the belief that God will be with us, holding us up, and will give us peace- if we can allow through our pain. Truthfully, I don’t believe I’ll ever see my brother again on earth, and I can’t place my hope in something I don’t believe. That has caused division at times, as some see it as giving up.

As I write more about my only brother, the one I thought I’d grow old with, please don’t see me as having given up. I have true and lasting hope, that will always require me to put my feet to the ground and take action, but hope that doesn’t fail if one day we confirm he’s gone. My hope is in Him, regardless of the outcome. One day I ‘hope’ that I’ll be able to share that message with many, but it can’t just be a wish, so here’s my start to putting my feet to the ground, or pen to the paper.

Lyrics to a song I love:  In Christ Alone (My Hope Is Found) by the Newsboys

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Till on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost it’s grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Brought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

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