Hope

There are times when, even though we know everything will work out somehow, we really wonder if it actually will.

There are times when it seems that there is no way it possibly could.  Not really.

I have truly wondered lately how it could be possible that we would be truly alright when this is all said and done.

My sister was speaking of this painting days ago.  It has stayed with me.  Many of us know the story of Jairus’ daughter.  Jairus ran to Christ, and pleaded with Him, “My little daughter lieth at the point of death: I pray thee, come and lay thy hands on her, that she may be healed; and she shall live.”

I can only imagine his urgency, and his anguish.

Before they arrived, the little girl had died.

The sorrow and love on the mother’s face are so striking to me.   Her child has died.

Yet there, in the moment of her grief, she cannot yet see the hope and healing that are coming.  But though she cannot see it in that moment of anguish, it is coming.  He is there, coming through the door.

Though my sadness has been nothing like this, this painting has stayed with me.  Somehow, I have felt the hope that there is help coming to us.

Over the past few days, things have begun to work out in a way that I never could have imagined.  They are working out simply, peacefully, unbelievably.

I am in awe of blessings, miracles, and divine Love.  The help that literally runs to us is astonishing.

Be still.  Help is somehow on the way, always, as I am again and again seeing.  Blessed am I.