Twelve Months of Hope - February



I’m going to be totally honest and say that when I offered to write today’s blog based on a bible verse I hold dear, I wasn’t expecting to come with up with a big, fat blank for so long.


I’ve sat down to write a number of times, thought and prayed about it while packing the dishwasher, on tea breaks from the endless Teams meetings and while waiting for the next episode of Pooch Perfect to start. (I’d like to make clear that reality shows are not my thing, I don’t have a dog and I may need a support group to cope with this strange new addiction.)

This is what God left me with, for whoever needs to hear it right now.



It was quite a while into my Christian journey before I could read and pray this verse from Isaiah and not feel guilty. Despite speaking to me of God’s provision, the words could quickly turn into a nasty, nagging voice, telling me that my physical, emotional or spiritual tiredness could be overcome if I just had a little more faith. That whatever was happening at work, in my relationships or spiritual service, I’d no long be weary if I put my godly running shoes on. Yeah, right.


This changed when I was reminded of how eagles soar. With their wings outstretched they use thermals, the currents of warm air that run throughout the sky, surfing them to incredible heights with almost no effort at all. An eagle doesn’t have to find the energy to rise so high: the thermal is already there to be used.


My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness I dare not trust the sweetest friend But wholly trust in Jesus name


Nearly a year into this global pandemic and weeks in our third lockdown, frankly it’s no surprise if we’re tired and weary. The world has changed perhaps in ways we can’t fully understand yet. But some are closer to our hearts, with grief for loved ones who have died during this time somehow even harder with the restrictions. There are celebrations too: the circle of life continues, with new life and opportunities being born, yet often we’re putting on hold how we’d choose to mark these events.


When darkness seems to hide His face I rest on His unchanging grace

In these strange days, I keep reminding myself that my hope is in Christ and ‘is the confident expectation of what God has promised and its strength is in His faithfulness.’ (author unknown).


Getting out of bed each day, I’m clinging to the promise that I don’t have to do this on my own. I can surf the heady heights of His love, strength and peace by stretching out my arms and letting Him support me, because He is already there, ready and waiting for me.


Christ alone, Cornerstone Weak made strong in the Saviour's love Through the storm He is Lord Lord of all


God’s word constantly reminds us that His way is best. This often involves challenging our human rules and expectations, turning our so-called human wisdom upside down. Though I yearn for a return to things I know and understand, I’m learning once again how precious the gift of Hope is. I am certain of Him, however uncertain the world around me is. And it makes my spirit soar.

Alex Mortimer



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