My favorite people to spend my time with is the hopeful ones. Hopeful, and yet brilliantly honest too. They aren’t afraid to tell it like it is, but only because hope is so strong.

I’m forever captivated by the ancient telling of old man Abraham. We’re told he had hoped for some kids. He’s hoped a legacy to follow him. He and his wife were white haired and closer to death than parenthood. But against everything he knew to be facts, he hoped.

You know my favorite part? He knew the facts. He knew the facts and didn’t shy away from being honest about them. He understood the honest truth of the situation. He didn’t ignore them, cover them, or pretend otherwise. He acknowledged his life as it were, honestly. And, he hoped.

See hope isn’t something for the independent or those who lack faith in the unknown.
The very act of hoping requires an act of faith in the unknown. This is best served if we hope in something greater than ourselves, when we choose to have faith in God.

We ignore, cover and pretend our life is much better or different than the facts prove because we have a misguided understanding of what hope looks like. I think that’s why I’ve fallen madly for the people who can tell me how life is, as is. They aren’t concerned about how they look to others, and they know without fail, their hope is in someone never-failing. They know the hope they hold will impress, every time.

Hope isn’t prettying the gross, tough, unmanageable or ugly stuff. It isn’t ignoring or excusing the facts. No, no. Friends, hope is understanding the facts you are facing as is, acknowledging them without cover, ignorance, or playing pretend. Only when we look and talk in this sort of honesty will hope look as beautiful as God of the universe intended. And it is only at this stage of the game will we understand life isn’t a game, it’s a journey filled to the brim of facts, hope and the truth of God’s promises.

Lets drop the games. Lets remove the excuses. Lets stop balancing the tough stuff with the good. We don’t have to. We weren’t meant to. Only within the confines of truth in our realities will hope look so beautiful; as it were intended. And only within this honest sort of hope are legacies born.