Letter to Whoever will Listen

I'm an not a follower of all things political.  I am astute enough to realize our country is in dire straights.  I'm a simpleton and it all comes down to math for me.  But then again, like I said, I'm not a follower of things political.

As newscasts repeat banter of both parties, run broken promises of campaign speeches, and glibly share their professional opinions, let's take a break, shall we?  Let's put things on pause.  Let's take a breather.  Let's settle down and gain some perspective.

I've recently come to learn a lesson that I should have learned a long time ago.  I haven't.  I'm on a journey.  The lesson is simply this:  I have no hope in anything this life has to offer.  And - if that be true, what I am going to do about it?  How will I step through this life?

My hope can not be built on a good man, well behaved and successful children, accomplishments that I can frame and hang on my wall or brag about on a blog post.  Loosing weight, finding a better moisturizer, good deal, new friend or $20 will never be what I need for lasting change.  Infomercials only work during the allotted time slot, self-help programs only work if I'm willing to work, and one size never, ever fits all.  I shouldn't get used to the pumpkin spice lattes because they are only available during one season.  I should not sell all of my furniture and trade it for trendy animal prints that will go out of style before the current ones are being marked down.  And I certainly should not apply for the credit card that is supposed to rack up sky miles because it takes 47,000 million points just to get a one-way ticket to Dallas!

Sound dramatic?

My point is this:  I have no hope in anything ... other ... than a loving God in an unloving world.  I know this sounds so Sunday school and Liturgical and possibly even religious.  However, at the end of the day, after years of buying into all other "hopes" ... my hope ... alone ... is in Jesus.

My man may not always be good, my children misbehave, and accomplishments are exaggerated.  Loosing weight is a loosing battle, moisturizer, good deals, new friends and $20 can't be found on a regular basis.  Infomercials ... enough said.  Self-help makes me tired.  One-size fits all now says ... in a very hateful attitude ... one-size fits most!  Pumpkin spice latte's only put on weight.  My furniture has no animal spots.  I only have 123 sky mile points.  What's a girl to do?

Nothing.  Doing is too much effort.  I can do nothing that will muster, bring, usher or produce hope.  Hope is in the person of Jesus.

When all things crumble ... even a political system ... Jesus is there.  I know this because I've lived it.

Discovering hope ... still,
Christina