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Another Valentine’s To Remember

I should have written this yesterday, but I simply didn’t have time. If you recap last year’s Valentines for my family (HERE and HERE), my husband and I were separated…but not apart. We were in the middle of a reconciliation.  We were in the throes of a dark night that had been pitch black for so very long, and we were just starting to see the light.

Well, this year we are together…happily. It’s been yet another rough year, but progressively better. Bloke and I are (I can’t believe I can say this) happily married! We see the steps God has taken to get us to where we are. We feel more bonded as a couple than I think we even did when we first got married. When I had lost just about every ounce of love I had for my husband, God took what was at the bottom of the barrel and turned it into full-fledged love. The slate actually does feel clean.

The pastor at the church we are visiting preached the Transfiguration sermon yesterday (see Luke 9:28-36).  It was such a touching sermon for Bloke and I because it not only talked about the transfiguration of Jesus but the hope the disciples had afterward.  There was something to cling to.  Hope has been a recurring theme in our lives as a couple and as a family.  The pastor said, “There is a dawn that follows every darkness.”  God made this true.  There is no day without night and vice versa.  Bloke and I (along with our extended family and even friends) have been through a long, long night, and we so hope that God does not want us to endure that particular one again.  I think I can say, however, that morning has broken – or is breaking – on a new dawn for us.  I really do feel like it is a new marriage, a complete family, and a new love.

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day


“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.”

Emily Dickinson

With some recent events in mind, I am pondering that word “hope”. I wonder why, generally, most people have at least the smallest amount of hope. I notice that my life ebbs and flows in hope, mountains and valleys. Seasons of great hope and seasons of almost none. But there is always at least one tiny grain of it. Why is that? Why do we not let go of that one little word? Why is it always there echoing only to often let us down? Why is it that no matter how long or how much we’ve hoped for something and it constantly doesn’t happen or happens and then goes away, do we still hope for it? How can we hope after heartbreaking, heartcrushing experiences?

I like to think our hope comes from God. We hope in Him. However, what about those who do not believe in God who also have continuous hope?  Where does their come from? Worse yet, how do we even begin to hope for something that we have never had? I have hoped for something for many years. I have come to have what I hope for and lose it and have it and lose it over and over and over again. And I suspect that I will continue to do so. And I suspect that when it goes away again, I will once again hope for it to come back. Is there a point when I won’t? No, almost certainly not.

I’m sure that you have something or some things that you hope for. Not necessarily a person or a material possession…maybe an event or a change, a revelation, or an awakening. Where does your hope come from? If you’re not a Christian where do you draw your strength to continue to hope and not let go?

We as humans seem to never lose hope.  On the whole, we are always hoping for a better world, a better tomorrow, a better moment, a better life.  We may have no evidence to show that any of the things we hope for will come to pass.  Yet still, we hope in them.  It stirs our hearts and minds.  It forces us to move on to tomorrow.  It is echoed in almost every movie, song, and book.  It radiates from us every day in every day tasks.  I find this good.  There is no passion that hope does not spring from, no desire that hope is not in the midst of, no love that hope does not find.  It is as the quote says – a song that does not stop at all.