2-Minute Multiplier: What if he can’t?
We are a species who feeds on hope.
Fresh hope. Frozen hope. Freeze-dried hope. Matters not the form. If your local grocer stocked it you’d load it in your basket every single time.
Too many disappointments and diseases and other dis-es in the world to pass that aisle up. We’ve seen too many dark what if’s come true.
What if she doesn’t come back? What if the furlough doesn’t end? What if the brain tumor doesn’t shrink and dad doesn’t survive?
Pass me some hope, please.
One of my buds loves golf at least as much as I do. Only he’s a good golfer. As in really good.
He’s currently struggling with an overnight onset of Polymyalgia Rheumatica. Crazy illness where besides other things he can’t grip his clubs.
A number of us are praying for him. Daily. We’re all hoping that God removes it soon so grip the clubs again he can.
But what if he can’t? It’s possible that will be where it all ends up. Especially since we know she didn’t come back. The call back never happened. And yes dad passed away after a multi-year battle with cancer.
But we have the God who created it all and owns it all and for Whom it all exists. His plan is always perfect even as dis-es run rampant.
He’s able to do God stuff.
If there was one HOPE deserving of that name it’s the one tied to Him.