Triston’s Hope

I have been working on planning an Easter project for a group of about eighteen ladies later this month. I found pretty little butterflies at a craft store that I thought I could incorporate into the cover. Butterflies are a great illustration of the death and resurrection of Jesus and the color scheme fit perfectly with the papers I had chosen.

That then made me think of a conversation I had this week with a friend of mine. She was telling me about her grandson's fascination with bugs. He had found a cocoon in September or October and decided to keep it to see what kind of life would spring forth from it. Just this week, a moth emerged! It dawned on me today that he waited at least 5 months to see what would happen! That is a practice in patience for anyone and for this busy 3rd grade boy, it was even more so!

I thought about my own life. How do I determine if something is dead or alive? Have I tossed or thrown out something because it looked like nothing, while instead it contained real life inside of it? Have I ever dreamt a dream or hoped in a promise, only to give up on it a few months down the line because I saw no progress? Would I have held on to that cocoon the way Triston did? Would I anxiously await an exciting outcome after months of it laying dormant? Triston did.

There is a verse that is near and dear to my heart in Lamentations 3. It is not the popular verses of 22 and 23 that are often quoted. As beautiful as they are, my favorite is verse 21. "This I call to mind, and therefore I have hope." What the writer was calling to mind was God's faithfulness and the fact that His mercies are new every morning. I have learned that God's faithfulness is the strength of my life. I thank Him for it daily. When I feel strong, I praise Him for it. When I am weak, I thank Him all the more, mindful that He continues to be faithful even when I am faithless. It's a daily discipline. For me, it is the true key to perspective. I choose to remember His faithfulness. My circumstances may look grim at times but that does not change the fact that God is faithful. This I call to mind and therefore I have hope.

I believe that is what Triston did without even realizing it. He chose to believe that he would see life born from a dreary, dead-looking cocoon. He waited and watched and waited some more.  I want to be more like Triston. I want to have confidence that something intended to bring life, will indeed bring life… eventually. I want to be able to wait with hope – that confident expectation, and the faith of a child.

Endeavoring to be Rich in Hope,

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About debbierivers

I love to share what I can whenever I can. My goal is to live simply and love lavishly. I enjoy inspiring others with my writing. I am married to Steve and am the mother to two beautiful daughters, Hannah and Jenna, and grandmother to Kinsley. My desire is to encourage and to bless others through my life and my words.
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1 Response to Triston’s Hope

  1. Marcia Walthers says:

    Thanks for reminding me that I need to continue to have hope, even when circumstances are grim and it seems I’ve been waiting on God for so very long.

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