Hope

I am weary of the sin I see in my heart.

Sin in the world.

I am weary of a world where evil is seen as good.

A evil that destroys.

I am weary of the constant battle to do what is right.

My heart groans. It breaks.

It longs for the return of Jesus.

Jesus, my hope of glory in heaven.

So I look to Jesus, the One who keeps His promises.

Promises of Hope. Peace. Rest. Eternal Life.

I look to the Promise of His return and a glory that awaits.

For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience. (Romans 8:18-25)