This has been a tough season for me. I guess it all started when I realized that I'd experienced a whole host of disappointments. Let downs at work, in my friendships, with my music, in romantic relationships and in my finances. As a matter of fact, if I compared the disappointments to the things I'd wanted that I actually got, the former outweighed the latter. That sucks!
So what did I do? I turned to God, of course. "Um, Sir, this doesn't feel good. I thought that if I prayed and hoped, my odds would increase." Then, I got sad...and frustrated...and confused.
Recently someone told me that when your soul (emotions, thoughts, etc.) is a mess sometimes that mess can spill over into your spirit and affect your relationship w/ God. That's where things were headed w/ me. I was sad and didn't understand why things weren't working out the way I prayed for and hoped they would. But I knew that "hope deferred makes the heart sick" and my heart was definitely sick. I cried a lot. Tears were always just under the surface waiting to spill out.
What's the point of hope, I asked, if you have no control over the outcome anyway?
What does hope even mean?
I was tempted to swear to my own hurt that from now on I'd keep my expectations low so that when things didn't work out in the future, I wouldn't fall as far.
But what kind of life is that? If hope has an impact on our soul (emotions, thoughts, attitudes, etc.), then it must be a good thing. If there are scriptures that instruct us to put our hope in God, there must be a purpose for it. Hope makes way for joy and a joyless life is not a life I want to live.