by Beth Vogt @BethVogt
There are some days that I need to lean into hope more than other days. Not just for myself … I’m hoping for the ones I love.
Hoping for new beginnings.
Hoping for healing.
Hoping for dreams to come true.
Hoping for life to be easier . . . or more satisfying . . . for the pieces to fall into place in a way that makes sense.
And yet, hoping doesn’t make it so.
Hopes are dashed . . . prayers go unanswered . . . or the longed for yes is a no.
And still I hope. Not in myself, or in some other person to make things right. Sure, sometimes I can fix what’s wrong. Sometimes I can’t. Sometimes someone else knows just what to say or do … and then again, sometimes the one person my hopes are pinned on fails me utterly.
Ever heard the saying “Hope springs eternal?”
The real question is why? Why do I hope? Why do you hope?
My hope is anchored to the eternal God. My hopes aren’t always realized. But God never fails me.
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Beth K. Vogt believes God’s best often waits behind the doors marked “Never.”
A nonfiction writer and editor who said she’d never write fiction, Beth is now a novelist with Howard Books. She enjoys writing inspirational contemporary romance because she believes there’s more to happily-ever-after than the fairy tales tell us. Connect with Beth on her website, Twitter, Facebook, or check out her blog on quotes, In Others’ Words.