Our Hope

Our traveling family (#paul6adventure on social media), had the opportunity to travel to Charlotte, North Carolina with my husband for his job this past week.  Charlotte was wonderful, the people were ever so friendly and we just had a lovely time! 

Our family traveled there a few springs ago when I had the opportunity to attend She Speaks conference (a conference for writers/speakers).  While I was at my conference, Jeff and the kids toured several NASCAR museums and the Raceway. Since we were once again in the area, my son insisted that we visit Hendrick Motorsport Museum and shop. 

Being the awesome mom that I am (he!he!) I took the kiddos while Jeff was at his work training.  We had a great time. The kids loved seeing all of the race cars… But my heart was mostly touched by the flags that were at a memorial there. The flags were flying half staff.

   
When I saw them… My heart sunk. Despair came over me. Sadness filled my heart. It seems that flags are flown half staff quite often these days. Too often. 

We live in a dark world; a fallen world filled with much emptiness. It is sad. And if we allow it to, fear can consume us and darkness can envelop us… 

BUT GOD…

I wonder what the wise men thought as they were searching for the star.  They traveled many miles, seeking and searching… In hope of a Savior. Their world was filled with darkness, fear and despair…

But God…

Matthew 2:9-12: After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.

BUT GOD…

God sent His son, born of a virgin, a miraculous birth to give us hope. 

On those days when sadness surrounds us…

In those moments when the news is too dark to bear…

When the worst phone call ever comes in…

When the season is busy and crazy…

When we have more Christmas “activities” than we can fit on the calendar…

On bad days and good days…

In sickness and health…

We have hope! 

Hope that a Savior was born. 

Hope that there is more to this life.

 Hope that Jesus died for our sins. 

Hope that eternity awaits us.

But God…

O come, o come Emmanuel! We are expectant, full of hope and eagerly anticipate YOUR second coming! 

During this Advent season, rest assured in the “wait”… We have good tidings and great news!  We have HOPE in a Living Savior. 

But God…

“O come o come emmanuel

And ransom captive israel

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the son of god appears

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel shall come to thee oh israel

Oh come thou day-spring come and cheer
Our spirits by thine advent here

Disperse the gloomy clouds of night

And death’s dark shadows put to flight

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel shall come to thee oh israel

Oh come desire of nations bind
In one the hearts of all mankind

Bid thou our sad divisions cease

And be thyself our king of peace

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel shall come to thee oh israel

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel has come

Rejoice rejoice

Emmanuel has come

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel has come

He has come

He has come

O come o come emmanuel
And ransom captive israel

That mourns in lonely exile here

Until the son of god appear

Rejoice rejoice
Emmanuel shall come to thee oh Israel”
(taken from lyrics of David Crowder)

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