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My Hope is You

 The last couple of weeks have been a struggle, not just for me personally, but for us all. I will not get political because that is not the purpose of this blog, but I think we can all agree that our nation as a whole is divided and a divided nation will fall. So here we are looking for hope, for direction, for answers and for truth. I just finished a novel that was set in Poland during World War II and found myself fearful of what I was reading and wondering if America could ever go that far. The answer is yes. Any nation that disobeys God can go that far. 

I have struggled physically the last couple of weeks too, so both my body and my mind have been unsettled and in pain. Where do I turn when I feel hopeless? Just recently I received a report from one doctor that contradicted what another doctor told me, who do I believe? How can I hope for help physically if I can't trust the information coming to me? Where do I turn? Do I continue to seek further opinions from more doctors? Maybe. I am seeking a second opinion of my most recent diagnosis, but I do not know if the next doctor will be able to offer me any hope. 

The answer for me physically is the same for all of us. My hope is the Lord. No where else will I find hope, and no where else will this nation find hope. If you are trusting in a political party your hope is misplaced. If I am trusting in the medical community, my hope is misplaced. Let's not lose sight of what is real, what is true and where our hope is.

Psalm 38:15

"For in thee, O Lord, do I hope: thou wilt hear, O Lord my God."

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