Looking for Hope

Our study of Isaiah was less than inspired this morning. It was a dark, dreary, windy day on top of our sort of dismal study. When I got home, the school called and let me know that E was not feeling well and wanted me to come pick her up. I called my dear husband and inquired as to whether or not he was busy. He said, "always," but he could pick her up and come home for some lunch.

When he got home I let him pop some leftovers into the microwave before I lit into my rant on Christians' lack of hope. I preached it. The poor guy stood there chewing and nodding. He is very patient, and knows better than to play the devil's advocate when I'm in the middle of a good tirade. After his hour was up, he headed back to work.

I stewed and steamed. I wrestled with the toddlers. I picked up the rest of the bunch. I made dinner. After dinner my dh dismissed me to my quiet room, so that I could sit down with my Bible and hash it out with God. I feel much better now. I read over Isaiah 26 and 27 with no help from Kay Arthur. I think I got my eschatalogical feet back under me. What it all boils down to is this. God is sovereign over all creation. Our hope rests in Him.

I was also very encouraged that two of my very favorite bloggers had reasons to hope in their posts today. We have every reason to be hopeful for our children. Even in the midst of suffering, they have a Father in Heaven who cares for them. And while we are all here, they are such a delight.