“But as for me,
I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.”
A couple months back I went to the Bay Area with two friends because a friend was recording a song in a home recording studio. At one point my friend Joanne got a word of knowledge (insight from God into someone’s life) for the woman across the street. After Joanne prayed for the woman, we all were invited inside to pray for her mother, on her “deathbed” in the kitchen. We prayed and the woman felt better, but well, I probably should have just yanked that woman off that bed and made her stand – staring despair in the face and grabbing on to faith and hope. Faith activates healing. As Jesus said in Luke 18:42, “your faith has healed you.” Sometimes we need a good yanking to get out of moping and into HOPING, which leads to healing.
People are dying of hopelessness, tiredness, and despair often long before they ever die of “diseases.” This is atrocious. Jesus came to give us life and life abundant. Hope is ALIVE!!!!!!!! And it gives LIFE!!! What I’m saying is: God wants to HEAL US. We must stop partnering with tiredness, despair, and gloom. And we must stick up for others who have lost sight of hope.
Jesus is HOPE. If you are struggling with hopelessness, stick your head in heaven and inhale deeply. God wants you FULL OF HOPE. That is His design for your life. YES! It’s really a scrumptiously, brilliant design!!! And it’s easier than you think. haha. infinitely easier. wa ha ha ha ha!
Here’s my Dr Seuss-ian poem about that. I pray it stirs your spirit, lifts you to your feet, and empowers you to let Hope squish squoosh squash tiredness in your own life.
Hope is a happy elephant that sits on tiredness.
Caridad was sad, too sad, so sad.
In a bed, waiting for dead sad.
Now seventy, her levity
So faaaaaaar away, more than a day
Hiding, like a flea in a dog’s mane
Hiding, like a clear thought in the not-so-sane
And other “stuff” full of fluff
Her daughter, weary
The doctors’ words, gooshed and smooshed
To see their native
One last time, time, time
The very word tocked a rhyme
“time” the daughter said
eyes picturing her mother dead
The word, it scurred, and blurred
And fell down there, on their tile floor
In their kitchen
Somethin’ was missin’
And when we prayed
Her hope got up
Caridad sat up (because I asked her to)
Hope was fired.
And despair, mouthing “beyond repair”
Was there. Unwelcomely welcome.
I hate the tiredness.
Holy Spirit unwiredness
Seeing not the kidneys, oh please
Not dying from a disease
Of the body, not shoddy,
Not shoddy, that body
The Truth, a sleuth
Seeing that before one’s body went shoddy
So much, of much, much much, indeed
Would not be from the physical,
No, that was not the seed
It was tiredness
The enemy’s liar-ness
Taking life, and Jesus’ to-be wife
From her fullness, royal coolness
I should have had
Not just sit-up,
but GET UP
Yanked her out of her bed
Of dread, that bed, so overfed
With tiredness snacks
Yuck. What muck. So stuck. Waiting for “luck.”
Her name means charity
What clarity, what severity
To compel love,
On my shoulder,
better to be bolder
To stand up,
For sitters, for quitters, for bitters, for scared of Hope jitters
And take my pet elephant, Hope
And squish, squooosh, squash the mope
Strong, heavy, immovable
Never seeing things “undoable”
In the room, kill the doom
And let Hope have power
To heal, to save, to shower
The hopeless with laughter
The depressed with haha-hafter
Appily ever hafter. Hat is.
Just perfect, the Father.
My Dad, so glad.
He’s loves Hope, shabbity showpe.