Future Hope

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.     Jeremiah 29:11

“How sweet to hold a newborn baby

And feel the pride and joy he gives”

Go the lines from the Gaither song “Because He Lives” The sweetness of holding a baby is nowhere seen more powerfully than in a nursing home. Sadly there are few people willing to bring their babies in so the staff provides lifelike dolls for the residents to cradle. They gently rock their baby and their faces light up with smiles. It is almost as if God has built into us a response of hope for the future every time we see a tiny baby.


But our hope for the future is not based on babies, or baby dolls. True eternal hoe is based on the promise of God’s word. Whether sitting in a nursing facility or standing in a cap and gown waiting to graduate from high school our future hope is always in the love of God. His plans for us are to give us hope. His plans for our future are always for our good. We can trust Him to our final breathe here on earth, knowing that in a moment we will be breathing in our first breathe of heaven!




Hope of Heaven

31 Days of Hope Day 4 

This fourth day of hope focuses on heaven. While many of us talk about heaven, its reality presses in on our hearts as we approach the final years of life. There is no greater light to shine on our winding path than the hope we have in heaven. After all it was a hope given us by Jesus, who for the joy of heaven, endured the cross for our salvation!

I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living Psalms 27:13


I see myself at heaven’s door

I can hear its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shines out

As it opens before the King

I fear before His Holiness

Yet such peace is on His face

Then He stoops and rests His hand on me

He speaks and my heart begins to race

What have you brought He asks

From the life you lived on earth?

Not too much I sadly said to him

And I struggled to begin


Well, there were the mission’s trips

And every day I prayed

And regularly I read your word

And all the tithes I gave

When I stopped he paused  and said

These aren’t why angels sing

These were not your deepest heart

But just temporary things


But the forgiveness you gave your parents

For the divorce that left you alone

And the love you shared with the strangers

When you opened to them your home

And the tears of repentance you wept

And your confession of faith in the dark

These are the things that I treasure forever

And for these there will be a crown