Take a deep breath…in fact, take 3 deep breaths. Then sit perfectly still and think about your future. Past next week, next month, and next year. Past the prime of your life, middle age, and senior years. As you see yourself going through those season of life, is your future full of hope? Not hope that comes and goes. Not hope that flickers on and off. I’m talking about hope that flows from and through you like fresh spring water. Do you have that? Are you full of that kind of hope?
What if I told you the Creator of all the universe thinks good things toward you? Would it interest you to know He wants you to have a future full of hope. In fact, He wants you to have a present full of hope. In fact, He’s made hope a present for you. If I could prove to you that Jesus IS that hope, and that your future can be eternal, and that it’s all yours for the asking, would you be willing to listen? Would you want that? Would you rather live in doubt? You do know the choice is yours…don’t you?
Here’s a random thought on the subject…butterflies are beautiful. But don’t be a butterfly. Pick a straighter path, even if it’s a little more difficult. Even if it’s more of an uphill climb. But don’t flitter and flutter here, there, and everywhere. That’s OK for butterflies, but even they have a destination. So how much more important are you and your destination? Exponentially more important. Trusting in what Jesus did for you makes your destination a place and a life full of hope.
How can you fly when your smiles gone?
Dipping and diving and looking so splendid,
But your smile gone.
What is wrong?
You’re gathering nectar
From flowers that have long since died.
Your thirst for their sweetness and long for completeness,
But the flowers have died.
Still you have tried.
While you fly above, I am living in love
Enjoying the peaceful tranquility…
Utopia, it’s that kind of a world
That you’ve brought to me, willingly.
Sometimes when I watch you, I simply sigh.
Free as a child, and yet all the while, never saying a word.
I want to see you laugh again,
And I want to see you smile again.
© 1975 Tony Funderburk