Friday, November 6, 2009

A wish bone of hope

Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed....Romans 4:18

Abraham was old. Sara was old. There chances of conceiving a baby? Next to zero.

But God told Abraham he would be the father of many nations. So Abraham clung to hope. Even though his body and his logic must have indicated otherwise.

I love thinking about Biblical stories that defy all logic. Because then you know they are all God.

Abraham clung to hope so many years ago.

Last fall I clung to hope. On Monday, Sept. 15 I was recovering after my D&C surgery. My mother-in-law was cooking in the kitchen. She made me homemade chicken noodle soup - my favorite.

It was a tough day. My body now bore three scars. Along with the D&C, I had an ovarian cyst removed. While the scars were not from the D&C, every time I see them, that's what they represent to me.

I was on the couch all day recovering. My body was in pain and my heart broken. It seemed my hope had been deflated.

That evening Barb handed me a bone from the chicken and told me to make a wish.

I took that bone and put it on my windowsill. I didn't break it. I just looked at it...wishing, wondering, hoping.

Today it leans against the word Hope so I never forget where my Hope comes from. From my darkest days God gave me hope...I didn't know how, I didn't know when, I didn't know where.

But He knew. And He was waiting to make my wish come true.

1 comment:

Stacey said...

I love all of your posts this week about HOPE. Thank you for continuing to share your heart!