Sunday was another great crazy time together. We had Mark on the Dayly news – who knew that split pots might only be suitable for lunch time pudding? I am also assured that his bump on the head during the week will be fine.
We drew our swords to discover messages of hope. Perhaps if you’ve got time, you might like to look up some of the verses we discovered?
Perhaps you could practise your sword drill and play against your family!
(tuck a bible under your arm, shout "draw you sword" at which point you hold your bible in the air. Then the drill master tells you which verse to find and then shouts "go" or "charge". The first person to find the verse and read it out is the winner!)
These verses all speak of hope, what it is and what it means to hope in God. Something deeper, more dependable than just a whim or a maybe. Hope in God is built on his promises, which are always trustworthy, and on the oaths that He fulfilled many years ago through his dealing with our forefathers. Millie’s amazing picture of the dove echoed that promise the Lord made to Noah and his descendants.
In times like this, it was a privilege to share with Hillary about her work in the NHS – praying for what she would be doing “This Time Tomorrow”.
And the UK Blessing from the Kids was something which I won’t forget in a hurry. “He is for you” was the cry echoed through all the children who took part.
So what about you?
What do you put your trust in?
Where does your hope come from?
I’m going to hope that the seed we planted will grow – with the other sunflowers. I’ll keep you posted. Until then, reflect on this:
Isaiah 40: 30:31
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Now that is the kind of hope I can believe in.