Today our son becomes an adult. It’s a miracle! Two years ago we wondered if he’d still be alive. He confesses he never thought he’d see 18. But God… has this amazing way of messing in our stuff, changing up our little destructive journey and creating life.
When things were ugly a few years back, I labeled a Jar for him (My Hope Jar) and I began to track any small hopeful action or attitude I saw, by putting a penny inside. Then, when I was feeling particularly hopeless about his situation I would walk over and shake those pennies. It reminded me that God was working in his life.
The verses I held on to were also written on little pieces of paper stuffed inside. Verses I copied again and again and placed in my purse, on my mirror, in my car.
“…because Abraham dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word, make something out of nothing. When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn’t do, but on what God said He would do.” (from Romans 4:17 and 18 The Message)
I wanted amazing faith like Abraham had! I held on to that faith when mine was weak. He had believed God for so much, even when things looked utterly hopeless, and God marked him righteous because if it.
I’ve been surprised that many of my disappointments were premature or short-sighted. Recovery is not predictable, but usually just a little more waiting, and God has shown up.