“We were hoping the doctor would release him.”
“I thought the job was in the bag.”
Words painted gray with disappointment. What we wanted did not come. What came, we didn’t want. The result? Shattered hope. What kind of God would let me down like this? The foundation of our world trembles.
So tear-filled are our eyes and so limited is our perspective. It’s not a lack of faith, but a lack of vision. Our petitions are limited to what we can imagine—an earthly kingdom. We roll in the mud of self-pity in the very shadow of the cross. If we would just remember the heavenly body that awaits us, we’d stop complaining that he hasn’t healed this earthly one. Hope is not what you expect—it’s what you would never dream!
