As winter slowly began to march toward Lent, I knew something had to change in my life. I had grown weary and busy. Most mornings had become a rush to get to work and slowly but surely, spending time in Scripture had been pushed aside.
I found myself feeling disconnected and distant from God—in my daily life as well as in worship, as I taught Sunday School and as I prayed. Lent seemed like the perfect time to reconnect and recommit. To sink in to the depths of the gospel and wrestle with its truths.
So I ordered a Lenten Bible study and have begun poring over the words of the prophet Isaiah to the people of Israel. Day after day, words of destruction and judgment seemed to rain down, but always there has been a message of hope.
A light would pierce the darkness.
A Prince of Peace was coming.
That despite the coming destruction that sin demanded a merciful God was making away.
Hope that can’t be found in ourselves, our own good works or actions.
At first the hope seemed faint, but its light is growing stronger with each passing day and each reading. What seemed so heavy and weighty at first is giving way to the hope only found in Christ.
Reminding me that it’s not about my worth.
It’s not about my own innate goodness.
That it’s not about my own plans to handle disaster or survive the worst or even simply make it through the day in a world where all the news often seems bad.
It is about hope that only God gives, embodied in Christ.
And in the darkest of days, I don’t have to depend on myself, my strength and my plans to make it through.
I can trust in the One who is worthy.