A Letter of Hope

A Love Letter of Hope – A Time for Mourning a Time for Dancing

Life isn’t always beautiful roses and fragrant daffodils.  Sometimes life carries the stench of dead things – dead dreams, dead hopes, dead feelings, loss of people, loss of relationships.  It reeks of pungent rottenness.  We’ve all been there.  Heads hanging so low, not even the sun can lift them.  Hearts so heavy with the ashes of our pain that we are immobilized.  Yes, life isn’t always a beautiful song.  Sometimes it is the wincing melody of screeching nails on black chalkboard.

leaf on the ground marvia davidson

Leaf on the Ground by Marvia Davidson

Beloved, you are not alone in these moments.  We are simply NOT alone.  I don’t have any easy answers for you.  I don’t have some quick-fix action plan to remove you from the hurt or the ache.  I don’t offer platitudes to nauseate your faith.  I have nothing much to offer to sooth the weariness creeping deep into your flesh and bones.  But this one thing I know is true.

This moment of heartache will not last forever.  This torrent of pain will eventually subside.  This mourning of bitter tears will dry up.  Joy will come again.  It may not be instant, but hope will rise again.  You will rise again.  You see, I believe God keeps all His promises even when the circumstances speak otherwise.

Isaiah 63:1

To all who mourn in Israel,
he will give a crown of beauty for ashes,
a joyous blessing instead of mourning,
festive praise instead of despair.
In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks
that the Lord has planted for his own glory.

loved marvia davidson

You will not grieve forever.  You will not hurt forever.  The tide will turn.  Beloved, in this moment, I want you to hold faith.  Please don’t give up.  Lean in to this right-now moment.  Choose hope.  Choose life.  Choose love.  Choose to believe you will rise up with healing in your knees.

Soon again you will dance.  You will triumph.  You will sing of the goodness of God in the land of the living.  You will be able to say, I stood in the storm, and the storm did not overtake me.

Isaiah 43:2

When you go through deep waters,
I will be with you.
When you go through rivers of difficulty,
you will not drown.
When you walk through the fire of oppression,
you will not be burned up;
the flames will not consume you.

Today, look at the leaves of your life.  The leaves of your life will turn again to magnificent colors.  You will again exude the sweet fragrance of life. Just. Hold. On. To. Hope.
This is a letter I wrote for the Story Sessions Blog.


10 thoughts on “A Letter of Hope

  1. Marvia, I’m sorry I have not commented of late. I’ve been quite ill, and the fight has been draining.

    The beginning of Yamamoto Tsusenori’s “Hagakure” states that a samurai must always be prepared to die. This was something I learned early, and it carried me through many places in which the smell of death was not a metaphor, and sometimes came from people I knew.

    I also learned that duty and adherence to a principle is what carried me through. I fought for God, quite simply. I fought for the love and decency that He represents.

    And so the stench was not transformed…but it became a necessary part of the process. When you’re fighting monsters, good people are going to doe, noble dreams will be shattered, innocent hopes will be dashed.

    Walk on, fight on, and one day there will be a dawn in which the hopes will be reborn to eternal life, and the dead and corrupted limbs will be restored in smooth skin and sleek muscle.

    And we’ll put down the rifles, and throw around a Frisbee in Heaven.

  2. Truly a letter of hope. I love this “Beloved, in this moment, I want you to hold faith. Please don’t give up. Lean in to this right-now moment. Choose hope. Choose life. Choose love. Choose to believe you will rise up with healing in your knees.” Thank you for sharing.

  3. Marvia this is so reassuring and so calming to read. I’ve stood in the storm and come out the other side on many occasions, so this is a beautiful reminder of His strength and His love. Thank you!

  4. Hope is a bridge, isn’t it… that carries us, by faith, into the realm of Love. Sometimes Love weeps with us, and shares our tears. Like you, I don’t know why but I know there’s a purpose and a plan in it all, and one day it will make sense. I could feel the Hope you released in this treasure house of words, Marvia – you are one special woman on fire!

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