“My soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from Him.” Psalm 62:5

Because I don’t see it often, I wasn’t really sure what I was seeing. The choice was mine to make. I could turn from it and look elsewhere, ignoring the situation, or I could turn to it, focus and seek to find out more. “It” was a problem, an issue, a something that was not normal or even welcome. But THIS ‘it’ was embedded and surrounded the person that I love the most. And she was down!

Normally up and going a hundred miles an hour, she wasn’t going anywhere. She just sat, head down, staring at the floor. She didn’t even know I was watching her… wondering what I could do to help her to not feel so… whatever. All the things she would normally be doing, along with all the fun things she COULD be doing on a free day, she couldn’t. Her fractured foot wouldn’t let her.

It is no secret. Physical pain leads to mental pain and ultimately to a spiritual desert. When it gets to that point, words simply cannot help. Trying to make light of or to joke about the problem only made it worse. She was down. So we sat in the desert… together. Because even though neither of us wanted to, that’s what loving married people do. For better or worse, in sickness or in health.

It is times like that that my love for Jesus reminds me that seeking to move somewhere more pleasurable or more comfortable robs me of one of the greatest gifts God has for me. Love gives. That is what it does. And the blessing of receiving Life ABUNDANTLY more only comes AFTER it has been given. That is what Jesus did. And that is what He calls me to. It is what Love and Hope mean.

I am blessed and rich because of His life inside me. I am even MORE blessed because I have partnered with someone else who’s hope is in Him as well. Sharing His hope, even when it seems dark or painful, is what He calls me to do. Do YOU place your hope in Him?