Hope Has a name

Everyone is thirsty…

When scorching temperatures make me weary or superstorms threaten to consume my tiny piece of a gigantic puzzle, it’s good to know the magical seasons of harvest and joy, are right around the corner. In times of spiritual valleys when I search for water at the bottom of an empty well, and darkness and pain linger like dog days of summer, I look to the sky where goldfinches, cardinals, and hummingbirds roam. Without worry or fear, they rely on the one who gives seeds of hope for tomorrow—as if they know, hope has a name.

Whispers and wind

Unlike me, birds of a feather listen to each whisper on the wind. Lilies and sunflowers look up and smile at the sun. Every day, they sing along, as if beckoning me to put down my phone or to stop tapping keys—if only for a few minutes…Precious moments. Priceless days. Time meant for me to savor and live deliberately, so I might uncover clues about the greatest mysteries of all:  Faith, hope, and love.

His name is Jesus

I believe the mysterious son of the one and only Father of all that ever was, is, or will ever be is alive and well. All authority on earth is His. Demons flee at the mention of His name. Although the Father knows each voice and way—we, who God calls above all else, seldom care about the power of His name. Might we believe He is the hope of all the world? Would we then lean in to hear the harmony of each birdsong?

And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.

Matthew 28:18 (ESV)

Power and peace

In truth and in the power of His word I believe the Giver, God, is always near. He loves us so much He allows us to become broken at times, not to abandon us, but so we can find rest in Him in the midst of what we think is our end; our desolation. We can run to Him and find hope and power in our worship, and unexplained peace in the deepest cry of our hearts. And it’s all because hope has a name. 

Hope, trust, and believe

I believe God cares for the flowers of the field, birds of the air, and the beasts on land. How amazing is it that He cares even more for you and me? What do you see when you look up at the heavens? Now close your eyes. Dare to see. I imagine God’s hand moving across an unending canvas. Maybe the mystery of faith and hope and love and life is like a desperate prayer to my Lord. Please hear my prayer. Please. Help me.

Be moved

Like the songbirds, I want to be moved to sing all day and rest in peace all night. I need to fall on my knees. Lay down my will. Finally, see the depth of His wisdom and knowledge. After all, to be thankful for all He’s done in my life is the least I can do. Each breath I breathe is proof of His faithfulness. I pray that He moves me with written and spoken words, and I let a random bird’s song become a balm that heals anything that ails me. What if we trust and believe in miracles and the unbelievable? Let’s lean on the truth of God’s word; a steadfast hope for an abundant future—because the stuff of this world will come and go. It’s hard to navigate through lies. God’s love never fails. This kind of Hope has a name . . . Jesus.

I know your works. Behold, I have set before you an open door, which no one is able to shut. I know that you have but little power, and yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name

Revelation 3:8 (ESV)

~ In times of joy, or trouble, or when tears are our only best friend, He is there.

It is the Lord who goes before you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.

Deuteronomy 31:8

Can you remember a time when Jesus inspired you to believe this truth? Please join the conversation. I’d love to hear your story here in the comments section below this post. Visit my Dreamdove’s Flights Of Fancy blog at: https://www.joannclaypoole.wordpress.com

Photo credits: Featured image by PublicCo on Pixabay Hurricane/Storm: Image by Mariamichelle on Pixabay Sunflowers: Image by Jill Wellington on Pixabay Sparrow/American Goldfinches: Image by MiniMe-70 on Pixabay Woman/Fall leaves: Image by Dana Tentis on Pixabay Sky, freedom, happiness: Image by Fotorech on Pixabay Pray, faith: Image by Jills on Pixabay Graffiti quote: Image ShonEjai on Pixabay Heart Photo: Freeimage on Pixabay

Joann Claypoole

Joann Claypoole is an author, speaker, master stylist/colorist, and former spa-girl entrepreneur. She's a wife, mother of four sons, “Numi” to four grandbabies, doggie-mom of two. The award-winning author of The Gardener’s Helper’s (ages 5-9 MJ Publishing2015) would rather be writing, hiking in the mountains, or inviting deer and other wildlife to stay for dinner near her western NC writing retreat. Visit her website: joannclaypoole.com and WordPress blog: https://joannclaypoole.wordpress.com/

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12 comments

  1. what a beautiful way to say just how big our God is! these are words that I can take and make this day the day that I pray the Lord.

    1. Maybe God intended to use all the sadness (Jimmy, Selah, our dear friend’s son, and Lil) we’ve felt during the past few months to inspire this word today…It’s hard to phantom. Either way, the hope we have in Him inspires me to look for the good in all the terrible circumstances. Wow. He’s so much bigger than we can ever imagine. Miss you precious friend. Let’s not forget to get the gang together and meet for lunch at the Alligator Cafe…or whatever the name of that place is, soon. Love…

  2. My husband died a horrible death in March. Let me with a 15 acre farm to tend to myself. I am over 65 but quite active but all this. So I sat and cried for four weeks to the Lord. Why did you leave me all alone.
    Then a few months later totally by chance (or God) I met a wonderful kind funny man who knows what happened and when. Giving me time to heal but such joy fills my soul. Only God knew who and what I needed Praise God and thank you

    1. I’m so sorry for all you’ve gone through, Fran. I’m praying for you. In our weakness God is our strength. So happy to hear you see such hope for your future. I’m so thankful God is faithful in all things. Thanks for reading and sharing the good news of the hope we have in Jesus with your family and friends. Many blessing!

  3. My grandkids have always lived “around the corner” and now they were moving! I’m one of those Nanas whose life “revolves” around them. Right away fear kicks in and says “surely 15 years of blessing is over. It couldn’t last forever”
    I decided to leave it to God ( well, ok… after fretting for a whole week) and then decided to adopt Jesus words for my own. “Not my will, but thine be done”. As fret became sadness, sadness became HOPE in Jesus. Hope in Jesus took over. He would do what was best for everybody.
    As the days ticked by and moving day was only 7 days away, their options were indeed disappointing. Their schools, friends, church, and activities would be a heavy burden with FOUR kids all in different schools.
    On that 7th day…. a sudden phone all provided a LARGER house on their very same street!
    Need I say more! Words wouldn’t suffice anyway!

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