I trust that He can. And I hope that He will.

Two months ago, I was drained of all hope.

Often hopelessness is logical. It’s natural. It makes the most sense. How can I hold any expectation for anything better when, realistically, things are only getting worse?

But as I fell into hopelessness, I was caught by “the God of hope.” In the midst of my (logical, natural, realistic) fear and sorrow, He filled me with supernatural peace and joy, as I remembered what it is to trust Him.

The peace He offers is a peace that “surpasses all understanding” (Phil. 4:7)—a peace that literally doesn’t makes sense.

The joy He gives is a completing (John 15:11), strengthening (Neh. 8:10) kind of joy that no one can take (John 16:22).

This week has been the worst week yet.
Still, I have hope. Because I trust my God.
And His peace and joy redefine my reality completely.

God is a God who brings dead people to life.
He is a God who heals and restores and redeems.
He is a God who intervenes and makes whole.
He is a God who is sovereign and wise and good.

And He is a God who is present and close and active in the lives of me and my children.

Against all hope, I in hope believe (Rom 4:18).
I trust that He can. And I hope that He will.