But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me. Micah 7:7 NIV
I had a long season of waiting. Being still. Over a year I was still. My year consisted almost exclusively of reading, prayer, and journaling. Other things had gradually been stripped out of my life. Some of the stripping was easier than others. Some was downright painful. When I stumbled upon this verse, the word “hope” stood out to me. In my stillness, my one desire was to be obedient and learn a new way of life. It didn’t feel like a sacrifice. It was more of a determination to do things differently.
For years I had tried to do things my own way and that didn’t work out very well. Now I was determined not to repeat the same patterns all over again. The “hope” in this verse was as loud to me as a thunderclap. It started as a warmth in my belly. It occurred to me that I can be still and sit in hopefulness for what is yet to come. I do not have to have any direction. I can still sit quietly but hopefully. It made me want to spend the day watching Karate Kid. It made me realize that in my daily activities, small as they might be, a transformation was taking place. A kinder, gentler lifestyle that depended on someone else for a change. A hope for something better. So much better in fact, it required a purging of old patterns, relationships and hurts that I no longer needed to carry around anymore.
Hope was the beacon that lit my new path.
Psalm 34:5-6, 37:7-9, 40:1-3; 1 John 5:14-15