I feel like I’ve been looking at my computer all morning from a broken chair. Or my head got screwed onto my neck sideways. Either way, things look a little fishy today.

I sat there while we talked about hope and she prophesied His armour dripping all over us while we rose to take our place ad daughters and sons of a king. And all the while little whispers came about to eradicate the lies floating deep inside this skull.

So many christians fill God’s words with their own opinions, as though they could. Oh please, of course I’m included in that statement. I’m the Queen of Opinionated. It’s hard to learn how to support without adding or taking away from His word. Even when His word standing alone is the most powerful support I could give. Even more so, sitting silent while I pray the word would penetrate your soul through His Spirit alone, as His Spirit sees fit. So difficult. So amazing.

The lesson here is this; If hope is to be hoped in at all, it must simply be in Him alone. And Hope, I’d found, was becoming more and more like a clothing store filled to the brim with tags and choices, though it were mine to chose. Ugh and it’s like all those tee-shirts and jeans could talk, and they talk and talk and talk. About what I cannot do, and what the law commands. And what He has said to them… but hasn’t said to me? About me? There is a difference between wise, select counsel verses mass produced opinions.

As though Hope were something I could mandate according to my own will, and Not His. I’d found myself hearing the agendas and analytical data of what it means to hope in Christ for specific situations so that my future could be determined by the likes of… me. Hope for my future determined by the likes of me? Or even worse, determined by you? Have you been there too?

I’m learning.

I’d heard an incredible sermon by a worship leader, and she learned one of the biggest questions she had to ask herself, daily if not hourly was this: “Do I want the answers more than I want you {Christ}? Because if we want answers, we won’t choose hope. And without hope, we’re without faith. It’s quite the spiral you’ll see.

Answers are overrated- and Christ is much better at positioning your life for greatness. When we control to gain answers {or make them up to make us feel better}, we are telling God that He isn’t enough, or that He isn’t producing enough for us. It’s not good enough- God isn’t good enough. And I know that when God is the focus, and God gets the control, than my life begins to unfold more beautifully than I could have imagined. Hope is so entangled with everything else in life.

We’ve been taught that hoping is what we do when we don’t have answers. But sometimes, if I’m entirely honest, I’d prefer answers than having to remain faithful in hope. And it takes faith to remain in hope.

I’m learning that having Hope simply means I put my hope in Christ. I hope in Christ, and I know not the outcome, or the answers to all that plagues my little blue eyes. I just simply hope. And hope in Christ alone. So simple… and yet, so… not.

24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

26 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.27 And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.

28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29 For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters. 30 And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. Romans 8.24-30