The flowers looked beautiful, the vista was hopeful …the sun glittered and sparkled midst the waving grasses and hope danced like a melody in her heart.
But a quieter song wove itself between the notes. A deeper word lit up a frame of truth around the landscape and swirled a line of calling across everywhere she looked.
Yet, earthly hope flailed. Wasn’t it beautiful right here? Right now?
Inner dreams fought. Wasn’t this the fulfillment of all she had hoped?
Wishful thoughts wept.
Surely, surely …couldn’t this be it? All she had waited for …for so long?
No, it wasn’t here.
All that she had longed for …the beauty, the hope, the joy …it wasn’t here.
Oh, it–kind of–looked like it. True, she had to turn sideways to avoid seeing the rusting fence that leaked dirty streaks into a muddy stream.
True, she had to squint to avoid seeing the poisoned leaves mingled among the grasses.
But ah! Hopes.
How easily the earthly kind of hopes place a colored viewpoint on what can be seen. On what is available …on what could be the fulfillment of that dream.
And yet …one eye must squint, a sideways turn is necessary and a hand shielding the other eye to make it …well, work. Sorta.
A bird call sounded above her head and she looked up.
There it was, waiting for her: the path beyond this field.
The journey past this vista of hopes.
The continuance of faith beyond sight.
And with a prayer for help, she pressed on.
Pressed higher …having faith beyond the field she could see. Trusting in her Father’s leading to the better fulfillment of her hopes, up ahead.
For, He who promised is faithful.
“There failed not ought of any good thing which the LORD had spoken unto the house of Israel; all came to pass.” Joshua 21:45
