My life was falling apart, and hope seemed far away. My world was crumbling beneath my feet, without permission. For weeks and months, I moved through my days clinging to survival. There were no answers, only questions. I was desperate. Desperate for hope. I needed assurance that I was going to make it to the other side of the beast ravaging my body.
Do you know this? Have you felt this? Everything familiar and comforting takes leave without notice, and you find yourself standing bloody and bruised in the wreckage of what was once your life?
Your thing may not be disease or sickness. It may look more like a failing marriage, wrecked finances, ailing parents, addiction, a wayward child, or loss and grief.
Where Can We go for Hope When Everything is Falling Apart?
How can we search for hope when we are crying out, “Where are you, God?”
How can we search for hope when feeling we’re too far gone?
We’ve strayed far away and cannot seem to find the way back.
Before we go any further, I want you to know, I have been too far gone. I chose to shake my finger at a loving Father and dared to tell Him he had no idea what he was doing.
So, yeah, I get it.I understand that feeling of being too far gone. Click To Tweet
How in the world can I, can we, hang our hearts on hope?
We must go back to the beginning. All the way back to the book of Genesis, chapter three, where we see God’s beloved creation, Adam and Eve. One mistake and the destruction of their cozy life is gone. Do you remember what happens before they lose their home?
“The Lord God made clothing from skins for the man and his wife, and he clothed them.” Genesis 3:21
God clothed the man Adam and the woman Eve.
Hope is in the covering of God. Hope is in the shelter of God.
Hope lies in the arms of God. Hope is in the joy of His salvation (Psalms 51:12).
Hope is in God’s unending grace upon grace when releasing our doubt and fear while standing in the midst of holy ground as our loving Father fills our broken spaces with His hope.
Tammy Mashburn is a writer suffering from a chronic neurological disease, Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, a form of Dysautonomia Disorder, and bone degeneration. Refusing to let suffering define her, she writes from the perspective of wilderness and not desperation.
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