Where does my hope come from? It comes from the Lord, maker of heaven and earth.
What I was really thinking of was a song from my childhood Sunday morning worship by Brian Derksen who wrote a song based on Psalm 121.
I lift my eyes up Up to the mountains Where does my help come from? My help comes from You Maker of Heaven Creator of the earth
Oh, how I need You Lord You are my only hope You're my only prayer So I will wait for You To come and rescue me Come and give me life
I have access to a hope that is eternal, steadfast and in control despite the chaos in my word. The problem being I was so afraid to hold onto that hope because I didn't believe that I was worthy of it. I didn't believe that I was accepted by God and could have access to that hope. Those chains that I have been bound by are starting to come free.
So what does this have to do with oak trees? Its coming I promise.
When I came home from Killarney I was very teary eyed over not remembering the last time I saw Oak trees. I really do love forests and the momentary escape that nature can provide - God reveals himself in such a beautiful way through creation.
As I was driving I saw that there were new trees being planted along a road that I drive frequently. In addition to that there were Oak trees, little baby oak trees and it that moment I could thought God saying
"Here, I saw your tears of oak trees. I was always here, listening - I will give you hope - here are your oak trees"
God was answering that question - you find hope in me - come to me and let me restore you. So I say this with full confidence, I am very grateful for oak trees.
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