Hope is a very dangerous thing.
It causes you to dream. It makes you wonder. It fosters expectation. It sets you up for let down. Proverbs says that “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.” We can’t live with it or without it. So what do you do when faced with deflated hope? When something you hoped for doesn’t work out? Again.
As a single person I think we’re faced with this more often than most. I think the fact that we get hopeful every single time we go out with someone new shows that we’re the most resilient, optimistic people on the planet. While we may not delude ourselves to think that everyone is “the one” we don’t rule out the possibility and we hold out some sliver of hope that it might just not suck.
I started writing a completely different post on how to deal with disappointment and keep hope alive, but it wasn’t really flowing. Then clarity came to me in a staff meeting about our church’s history. I discovered that the real lesson of hope is found while waiting for God’s best. He is always faithful and his timing is always perfect.
Our church prayed for land to build a church for over 13 years. There were mishaps, sacrifices, disappointments, delays and false starts. The pastor’s wife spoke about how God had to calm her restless heart when she began to compare their situation to other churches that could buy acres and acres without environmental hassles, without the high price tag of Southern California land and much quicker than they were even able to find property to look at.
Sound familiar? Just like the relationship roller coaster of dating. We wait, hope, pray, go on blind dates, commiserate with our friends and we try again and again hoping one day we’ll meet the right person. For some of us we keep waiting. It’s easy to compare ourselves to friends who found the right one in their early 20s, those who date often, or those who already have kids. It doesn’t seem fair.
Just as he did with the Pastor’s wife, God spoke to me through John 21:22-24 when Jesus appears to the disciples after the resurrection. He asks Peter if he loves him three times and then foretells his death. Peter is more concerned about the other disciples and if Jesus has anything for them. Jesus replied: “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you? As for you, follow me.”
That’s what Jesus said to my heart, follow me. In good job and bad job, in fruitful dating and lean dry spells, in loneliness and among friends, in contentment and jealousy, in hope and despair follow me. It’s a sobering thought. I compare my life to others all the time. I was just beginning to complain to God about how the rug always seems to be jerked out from underneath me and he cut me off at the pass.
Just as the perfect piece of property became available for my church in God’s perfect timing so will the person perfect for me show up. In the mean time he is working on my heart. So I need to be grateful, keep focused, surround myself with great friends and make time to be alone with God, so I can begin to hear his heartbeat and follow him.
Does it make it easier, not really. Does it make it fun, not always. But is Jesus enough? Can I follow him with my doubts, confusion, uncertainty and pension for taking the reigns? It is my prayer that I can surrender daily to do that.
What did you say?