Hope

Hope. It's such a small word for what it represents. To some, it represents a reason for life. To others, it represents a reason to thrive. It often shows the greatest magnitude of itself within the greatest magnitude of darkness within one's life. To express or receive it, is something of greatness, and usually the two are hand in hand. To express hope, is also to receive it.
For the past two months I have been visiting America. I have been trying to express the hope of the Lord's work in the darkness that is present in Africa. I had no idea however that the Lord wanted so much more from me.
2 venues, 1 story, 3 girls-this is where Hope began. The venues were a youth camp and a girls home. The story was mine. The story of the redemption of a princess by her King and Saviour. The result was Hope for 3 girls. It was expressed to me through 3 gifts. 3 gifts which at first did not show all that was being expressed. A closer look through the Spirit and I saw the Hope that had been received. I saw the Hope that I had received so long ago. It was such a small moment, at such a small cost to me, yet the result was Divine.

The questions that have been burned into my heart are these: How often do I express the Hope of Christ? How often do I truly receive the Hope of Christ? How much Hope am I depriving the world by remaining silent?

I will remain silent no more!