And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:13)
A wealthy father had three beautiful daughters. He named them Faith, Hope, and Love.
The winsome lady, Hope, now waits in the garden of my mind.
She calls to me, “Why cower in the shadows with the hags, Fear and Doubt? Turn your back on those weeds and be my friend. I want to bring promises to your remembrance.”
Hope’s conversation energizes weary bones. She has the bounce of youth, and I love to explore the depths of her wit. In fact, my most pleasant hours are spent in the sunshine with Hope.
It’s fun to say her name, Hope. The definition of hope is, “A desire of some good, accompanied with an expectation of obtaining it.”
The Apostle John wrote, “Dear friends, we are Godʼs children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that whenever it is revealed, we will be like him.” To be like Jesus is surely our “desire of some good.” It’s our expectant hope.
Hope retells how Jesus came to rescue me, and how much God cares for lost ones. Her timbre rings with laughter as she recounts what will be in paradise. Her poise and grace make me realize how well their Father raised these sisters.
It’s refreshing to spend time with this effervescent friend, and if I ever get bored with Hope, she has two engaging sisters ready to talk.
It really does matter whom I choose as garden friends.
Prayer: Jesus, help me think worthy thoughts.