I am here still, although my Sweetie is gone.
Serving, loving, worshiping, crying, praising, working, waiting, breathing; I am crushed and brokenhearted… but not without hope.
Hope that sees it’s object with physical eyes, touches, tastes, smells, hears, is not true hope. For Hope is not focused on what one has, but rather on the thing which it does not have. I cannot see right now, into the future glory that we will live in, but I know that that Glory far outweighs the pain and the sadness and the loss that I am experiencing right now. IT WILL BE WORTH IT!
I put my HOPE and my EXPECTATION into what I know is mine, even though, right now it is not in my hand, not in my scope of vision, and not familiar to my senses of touch and smell. I am there, where He–my Jesus is– and one day my body will catch up, and my faith, my hope, by expectation will be SIGHT…and will be realized in the most truest of ways.
“For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we eagerly await it.” Romans 8:24,25
