Climb the Rope of Hope

I have to admit, I’m feeling a dew drop of sadness today. I was supposed to go to a RV show with friends, but decided to stay home. Why did I stay home? I miss my dad. It’s been almost 12 years and I still ache for him. I miss his love and his godly guidance (I’m crying as I write this post). I couldn’t go trudge in and out of memories. I couldn’t go up and down steps of the past. My heart couldn’t bear the weight of camper-sized flashbacks.

When I was growing up, we were a band of gypsies, as my dad called us. We traveled the highway and byways of America in our RV. We’d laugh and play games. We’d have conversations about God’s beauty. We’d bond as a family, as a God braided clan. That bond has made me grieve a hard grief. That closeness clamors my heart with the dad category of love. I don’t grieve on a daily basis anymore. The wounds of loss have healed. The scar is not as prevalent. But, the missing still resides. The missing still dews rosy teardrops.

A day like today, I’m having to climb the rope of hope. I got out of bed and felt drained. I knew my dad was on my heart. At that moment, I needed God to let down the rope. I needed to grab the strength of the taught trinity. I reached out and grasped God’s love. I reached out and embraced God’s peace. I started to climb. I started to climb the hope twine. Jesus is our hope. He is our Father and best of friends. Bring your sorrows to sweet and tender Him. “God, I need your help. I need your strength. I need your joy.”

When days are drip-dropping of dewy tears, grasp the hope rope and climb with strength. Our hope is in a God that is king of the universe. Our hope is in an unfailing friend. Our hope stands on his perpetual promises. God will never leave or forsake us. “God, I need you today and everyday.” Send down the rope of hope and I will climb with a boldness.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Romans 15:13

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