“I will lift up my eyes to the hills — From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel Shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord shall preserve you from all evil; He shall preserve your soul. The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in From this time forth, and even forevermore.”
Psalm 121:1-4, 7-8
It is easy to give into the temptation to become fearful, to question God’s plan, and to blame God for ruined plans. One of Satan’s greatest tools is to make us question God’s goodness. We must fight that temptation and return to Scripture to remind ourselves that our Hope is in our perfect and loving Creator who never stops watching over us, not even to rest His eyes.
Merriam Webster defines hope in the following way: to cherish a desire with anticipation or to expect with confidence. When you apply that meaning to the idea of hoping for God’s promises, it reveals the spectacular blessing of God’s goodness.
When my son was born, we had the expectation of holding him close, hearing his first cry, and counting fingers and toes. All of that was ripped from us when he was born with the cord twisted tightly around his neck, cutting off his air supply. His dream arrival turned to terror when the NICU nurses were called in and all I could hear was, “Come on baby, breathe, just breathe.” Those seconds stretched for what seemed like hours as I began to understand nine months of carrying my child may have been my only opportunity to hold him. In those minutes I waited, listened, and prayed with a desperation greater than any I had ever known. I had to choose. Would I have hope in God’s perfect plan or would I blame him?
I chose hope.
I chose to believe He would preserve my going out and coming in. I chose to declare that His plan was perfect and that I would see my baby again, if not in a few moments, in a perfect eternity. I chose to confidently expect that God’s plan was better than any I could script out. I clung to the hope that his love would cover me and my precious newborn, no matter the outcome.
When the struggles of life surround you, you have the option to choose hope. You will never regret the decision to choose to trust in God’s perfect plan.
Father God, I know you are good and that your plan is perfect. I know you are my help and you never rest from watching over me. When I don’t understand why I’m faced with frustrating circumstances, I need strength to trust you. Please fill me with your peace and comfort and help me to have hope for tomorrow knowing that your plan is perfect and will never fail me. Amen.