Running out of Hope

 

I'm running out of hope. A dream was planted within me; a dream that will not die...a dream that God created in me from the beginning. The dream comes from a very special gift He gave to me, along with a good idea of how I believe I'm meant to use it, and a promise from Him that I someday will. 

Along the way, the dream has grown...matured. I want nothing more than to use my gift for God's glory alone. It has also intensified. He has given me opportunity to develop it along the way, which has helped me to hang onto it, never letting it die...but I'm not getting any younger here, and while I know that I probably have quite a while before I'm out of time, I'm getting the increasing feeling that it's slipping away. I've begun to mourn the death of my dream, and when it hits me, it feels like my heart is being ripped out. 

It has to be the enemy who has been standing against me all this time. Certainly he doesn't want me using it, I might just crush his head.  

Over the years, I have had small glimpses of what it might be like to be used for God's glory because of the gifts He has given me, but nothing like what He promised me has ever come to fruition. I always end up on the sidelines, aching to do what I know I was created for. 

Can you imagine having a strong ability as well as a great desire to use it from childhood, and reaching middle age still waiting, still hoping with childlike faith that it will happen? I'm getting older, I'm tired, and I'm running out of hope. 

Found on the beach at Hug point, OR:

"My story starts at sea, a perilous voyage to an unknown land ~ A shipwreck. The wild waters roar and heave. The brave vessel is dashed to pieces, And all the helpless souls within her drowned. All save one, a lady, whose soul is greater than the ocean, and her spirit stronger than the sea's embrace. Not for her a watery end, but a new beginning on a stranger shore. It will be a love story, for she will be my heroine for all time."

You Are

You are one of the extraordinaries. You are one of the difference makers. Jesus  Himself put you here. This, I know. He created all things, including you, and there is purpose in every part of His creation, down to the last molecule. If a molecule has purpose, then there is definitely vastly more purpose in your existence, because Jesus Christ, the very creator of the universe, fashioned you with His own hands! ~Amy Rippee ©2015

Roots

I am far away, but reaching.
My seedling began on the Father's root
There has never been separation
But my growing shoot has trailed off afar
...a long and winding root
Gnarled and twisted
But still reaching...still touching
My branches stretch out like hands
Groping to find their origin
That place where my seedling began
But they grasp in all directions
Keeping me in one spot.