A Thrill of Hope…

Happy 2022 to all you lovely interwebians.

Well, it’s a new year. Do you feel any different?

When I woke up this morning to yet another cool, dreary, foggy day, I’ll admit it: everything felt the same as it did when I went to bed (at 9:30p) last night.

Nebulous.

If I’m honest, it’s a word that retrospectively describes most of 2021 (though especially the last three months) for me: cloudy, hazy, vague, unclear, ill-defined. Like walking through a forest on a foggy day with no path.

Chances are I’m not alone.

We, as a collective people on this orbiting sphere, have been through a lot these past two years, and while I cannot claim to know or understand the pain and loss that many have experienced, I do know how easily it has been to lose sight of hope.

After all, where is hope when each new day is as an endless night?
Where is hope when the journey winds on with no path in sight?

Over this past year, as my dreams and plans and projects and goals have been thrown in my face time and time again, it’s been easy to lose sight of hope.

This morning though, as I contemplated this past year and looked ahead to the new year dawning, these words from O Holy Night came to mind:

A thrill of hope: the weary world rejoices…

How fitting.

We, as those who were awaiting the coming Messiah, often grow weary on our journey through this life – weary of waiting, weary of hoping, weary of watching.

And yet, there is reason for rejoicing; there is reason for hope.

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

Isaiah 9:6

Y’all, in the midst of deep darkness, our morning has already broken: our Savior has already come. He is our light. He is our hope. He is our salvation.

A couple of weeks ago, one of my friends shared this beautiful thought:

It invokes the audacity of hope in the face of night.

Y’all, for us to have and to hold hope in the face of what often feels like an endless night is simply that – audacious. It doesn’t make sense. It is daringly bold and shows a blatant disrespect for the confines of the situations in which we find ourselves.

And yet we hope.

Because the hope to which we cling is not rooted in our circumstances. It is not found in the world around us. Rather, as Romans 5 states, our hope is in the glory of God.

Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand.

And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.

And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.

Romans 5:1-5

And so, here’s to 2022: the year of audacious hope.

Day 228: Power

Happy Monday and Day 228 of Another 100 Days of Hannah …and Counting, y’all!

Wow it feels good to be back in my own bed tonight! It’s been a while!!

In any case, tonight, I’m admittedly a bit frustrated with work… again. After CE this weekend, and hearing about all the ways that I would optimally be treating patients, it’s easy to feel very …powerless… in my current position.

Funny – this feeling comes right after listening to several podcasts talking about being powerful vs powerless. Coincidence? I think not.

In the episode, the pastor mentioned that when people feel powerless, they give up hope. And without hope, they cease to move forward. I definitely can relate to that right now.

But, the reality is that we’re not powerless. When we are born again and filled with the Spirit, we are promised that the same spirit that raised Christ from the dead lives in us. And that spirit? It’s one of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

Y’all. In Christ, we’re not powerless – we’re powerful. And this power, it’s not to be used to take advantage of other people, or advance ourselves. No, this power has been given to us, as children of the King, to advance the Kingdom.

What are we waiting for?

Catch y’all tomorrow,

Hannah

Day 191: In the Heights (Part 2)

Happy Saturday and Day 191 of Another 100 Days of Hannah …and Counting, y’all!

This (late) post brought to you from my phone (thanks to almost forgetting about blogging this evening… oops!

In any case, we finished In the Heights this evening. Long story short, I 10/10 would recommend watching it. It was incredible.

(Unlike trying to blog from my phone. Do they make a more easily accessible version of WordPress? This is ridiculous!)

As I mentioned last night, the choreography and songs were incredible. The story was well written (to the point of me not knowing what was going on… in a good way) until the last minutes of the show. There were even a few moments for tears.

I would say more, but at this point, I’m quite fed up with trying to blog from my phone and ready to head to bed.

Catch y’all tomorrow,

Hannah