Anchored in Hope
I will never forget the time we had to take our daughter to the hospital when she fell off a stool. It was dinnertime and she was wiggling around on a not so stable wooden stool. I had asked her to please stop wiggling around because she was going to fall and get hurt. She was 5 years old at the time and was working on her listening skills. I turned around to plate my dinner then heard a loud crash and immediate screaming. I turned to see streams of blood running from my daughter’s finger. She had smashed her pinkie finger under the wooden stool onto the tile floor. I immediately picked her up and applied pressure to her finger with a paper towel.
We knew she needed more than stitches. As I drove her to the hospital, fear filled her mind with what was going to happen when she arrived in the emergency room. She was deathly afraid of needles and hospitals. Our son had died a year earlier and her perception of hospitals was, when a person gets sick they might not come home. I kept reassuring her that the doctors would fix her finger and she definitely was coming home with me.
After the doctors examined her, they confirmed she needed surgery. In life, there are some things that can only be explained as God orchestrated moments. Because the next part of the story I never imagined happening, not in a million lifetimes. Since Brooklyn’s finger was an open wound she needed IV antibiotics. She needed to stay overnight and receive her surgery in the morning. We were in the same hospital our son died. As the attendant was wheeling my daughter down the hall, everything looked so familiar. I asked, “Are we going to the intensive care unit?” He said, “Since the new hospital was built, the old intensive care unit is now used for surgery overflow patients.”
If you can even imagine, we were taken to the very unit our son had died only a year and a half prior. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I started questioning God, “Why did you bring me here?” Our Father in heaven knows exactly what we need to achieve wholehearted healing. He knew what I needed even when I didn’t. He knew I needed to face my fears head on even if it hurt.
Brooklyn had a successful surgery, everything went well. After we were discharged, I asked Brooklyn, “Will you walk into Bowen’s room with me?” I knew if God brought me all the way here, I mine as well visit the last place I held our son alive in our arms. When I walked into the room I received an overwhelming gift of peace that went beyond understanding. I felt the presence of the Holy Spirit with me, telling me ‘You don’t have anything to fear or worry about, I have your son and am taking care of him.’ I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders that I have never felt before. When I walked towards where God was asking me to go, I received the greatest reward of hope and peace.
I received another gift that day. The hospital where our son died was a place of horror for me. That day, God replaced my horrific memory with a new one. The same emergency room door we walked out of with empty arms, is the same door we walked out of holding onto our daughter’s hand. God was a replacing our painful memory with a healing one–one that offered an endless amount of hope.
Have you ever felt hopeless in your situation?
Our daughter is ten years old now and remembers the day she fell off the stool. Her finger is a daily reminder of how God restores and renews us. Whenever she sits on a stool we still mention don’t wiggle around! It’s amazing the pearls of wisdom that come out of the mouth of babes. She recently sat on a stool that was anchored to the ground. She discovered she could wiggle around all she wanted and the stool would never fall. She said, “I need this stool to keep me safe.” She recognized there is safety when things are anchored to a strong foundation.
Hebrews 6:18 NLT
“So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us.”
God keeps His word and promises.
Hebrews 6:19 NIV
“We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain,”
Like an anchor holding a ship safely from drifting off, our hope in Jesus ensures our safety. A ship’s anchor goes down to the bottom of the ocean to ground it. Our anchor is secured in the true heavenly sanctuary that anchors to God Himself.When storms come our way we can be kept safe when our hope is anchored in God. Click To Tweet
Are you anchored in Hope?
What gives you hope in your storms?
God is faithful, He will never leave you.
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