Avoid The Hope Mirage

Hope in it's purest form can bring a person through the severest trial and the deepest valley. But hope in transient, earthly things is like a mirage- you think it's there only to find that it's not. Pure hope is like an arrow pointing to the Lord. There's much we hope for in this life, but many of these hopes are really just empty mirages. Hope in Christ can satisfy the deepest longing and satiate the thirstiest soul.

We know that when he appears, we will be like Him, because we will see Him as He is. And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself just as He is pure. (1 John 3:2-3)

Ponder this- Are you longing for something earth-bound? Is your hope in personal comforts, financial security, or the next big break? Look heavenward and experience the purifying effect of hope in Christ!

"And the world with its lust is passing away, but the one who does God's will remains forever." (1 John 2:17).

My Prayer- Lord, help me to hope in You and You alone. Forgive me for allowing my hopes to be in so many earthly things. May I want what you want for my life, and give up the rest. Amen.

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