A few months ago, I wrote this post on the things I hope for. But after the IBI retreat, and a slightly-too-close-to-home assignment on "singleness", it seems that there is more to be said about the nature of my hope.
"What do you hope for?" That was the question we were asked. It wasn't hard to come up with lots of answers. They range from completely superfluous to completely genuine.
I hope that...
*the Rangers win the World Series this year.
*I can go home for Christmas.
*Mooly and Daddy come visit me in Dublin.
*I eventually run into Liam McAwesome.
*my wings stay as strong as my roots are deep.
*I can let go of myself and surrender everything to Christ... for real.
*God is proud of me.
*my Daddy is proud of me.
*when people look at me, they see Jesus.
*my work and my passion will always have something in common.
*I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
*I won't always be so far away from Home.
*and so on...
(Several of my "hopes" had something to do with Sonic Happy Hour and/or Mexican food. They were too ridiculous to properly mention.)
Family. Faith. Future. Health. Happiness. Love. Success. It all went through my mind. Then I found it. The core of what I hope for. The one thing that I want most: To know and be known by my Creator. To be of one mind and one heart with Yahweh. To pursue Him as passionately as He pursues me.
And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. --Romans 5:2