Many things we hope for in childhood never come to pass. And usually, that’s a good thing, since we’re not always wise about what we want when we’re kids.

I used to hope I would excel in tennis and gymnastics, but despite my best efforts, my skills remained somewhat mediocre. However, because of all that practice, I’m able to enjoy tennis and pickle ball as an adult. I’m so glad I learned how when I was young.

I used to hope for impressive book sales, traveling and speaking to large groups of women. But God called me to homeschool my children, and a writing and teaching ministry that is not big, but immensely fulfilling. I’m content to write what God gives me, and let Him decide how to use it.

I hoped my marriage would last forever, but when my first husband decided he didn’t love me anymore, God healed my heart, and gave me new compassion for women broken by divorce. Then He brought me into a loving second marriage and new life I never could have imagined.

About the only hope of mine that has not died or changed over the years is my hope of seeing Jesus’ face when He takes me home, and to live forever with Him. It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m confident this hope will be realized.

Apostle Peter calls it a living hope, because it breathes life into us when all other hopes crumble and die. It’s about the only hope we can control. Once we say “Yes” to God’s offer of forgiveness and new life in Him, we’re in. It’s a sure thing!

I love the meaty words in the passage below; ones you can really chew on. See what I’ve emphasized in bold letters. These words are real and active, building our faith for what is yet to come. You almost have to pause after every phrase just to take it all in:

“Grace and peace be yours in abundance. Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time” (1 Pet. 1:2b-5).

Many Christians, including me, like to spend Holy week (Palm Sunday to Easter) reading the details of Jesus’ last week on earth in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John in the Bible. It makes me feel like I’m traveling with Him—as Jesus showed compassion to the lost and needy, as He challenged the spiritual leaders who settled for legalism instead of loving God and people, and as He purposefully strode toward Jerusalem, even though He knew what waited there for Him.

Knowing what brutality Jesus suffered, have you ever wondered why we call the day of His crucifixion GOOD Friday? It certainly wasn’t good when it happened–for Him or for His followers. But it’s good now, because we know that Sunday–the day He rose again–is coming. The day He showed His power over death and hell. Jesus is our LIVING hope!

This song by Phil Wickham is such a celebration. I pray you find yourself dancing, clapping, crying, and running up the hill with Phil i n the video, in exuberant praise!