Just a little jot as a nurse…

I just saw the hundredth or so meme on Facebook (yes, my social media is Facebook and I’m cool with how old that makes me) about 2020 being a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad year. I laughed, because I get it. I, too, live on this planet. Not only did we start the year with a pandemic, racial tensions have been further exposed and reignited, tragedy after tragedy seems to be the theme of the nightly news, and… icing on the cake really… it’s an election year.

But in all this, I am not losing hope. And my hope is not that a new year will bring better news or racial healing or even justice. My hope is not that humanity will learn from this pandemic that the burden on mothers who work outside the home is completely untenable. My hope is not in a new president. My hope is not in a future event or even present blessings amidst these trials. My hope is in Christ. That He righted every wrong on Calvary, and that we are just living in the middle of a story already written.

This hope gives me room to laugh at the circus that this year has been without becoming cynical. It allows me to anticipate the future with joy without placing my hope there. It allows me to find blessings in the here and now, sometimes even because of the hardships. My greatest desire is for everyone to know this hope. It’s not an easy road but it’s beautiful.