I need hope.
I wake up in the morning, (sweetly try to) wake up my two sleeping children, and head downstairs to begin breakfast and lunch-making. Moments later, my husband comes in from his dog-walking adventure and sets down the morning paper.
At some point during all the commotion, I usually glance at the headlines.
Sometimes, they make me physically ill. Sometimes, they elicit expletives (like the ones on Wednesday). Sometimes, they make me want to pick up my children from the breakfast table and tuck them back into bed because sleeping through all this pain seems like a better alternative than living through it.
Our world is a mess, and with media these days, we cannot help but know. The bad news infiltrates our lives through TV, newspapers, Facebook, Twitter. Not only do we get the facts, but we also get everyone's opinions of the facts. Many of our outlooks are not cheery. Many of our outlooks pit one against the other. Many outlooks suggest that we need a radical change in policy, personnel, and __________________ (you fill in the blank). We might have friends on both sides that have very valid opinions. It's hard to know where to place our hope, or if we have a place, it's difficult to discern if it's in the right place sometimes. The information can be overwhelming and we can't possibly know it all.
I have to find a place for hope that doesn't change. I need to be able to wake up and no matter what, send my children about their days with an infusion of hope. I need to be able to see beyond the headlines, beyond the terror, beyond the slander. I need to see because who else will teach them to see?
I carry this verse with me, to remind me that I have a very secure place for my hope - in Jesus:
I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.
John 16:33, NLT
The truth is, friends, Jesus is our Hope and our Peace. But He does not give us only this knowledge to sustain us. All around, there is evidence that He is here and that His spirit is alive and living within us. But we must take our eyes off the headlines for the moment and see what He shows us.
Here is a perfect example with which to start. One that came out of my old high school: