Nyame Biribi wo Soro

Back in September I read a post at Annie Blogs about an Adinkran symbol for hope. I thought the symbol was pretty so I researched it a bit further, and thought "that would make a great tattoo." Then I set it aside.

Hope.
I like hope, but for months it felt completely out of reach. Life is so real, so HERE, and hope seemed so... nebulous. I've written about hope before, felt it strongly at times, but I just wasn't feeling it in those moments that grew to months.

What reason did I have to hope?
Hmm... What a sad, sad question for a Christian to ask.
What reason did I have to hope indeed.

Nyame Biribi wo Soro.

God is in the heavens.

He hears our prayers.

Always.

Continuously.

Steadfastly.

My soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is.
So I say, "My endurance has perished, so has my hope from the LORD."
Remember my affliction and my wanderings; the wormwood and the gall!
My soul continuously remembers it and is bowed down within me.
But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases, His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "therefore I will hope in Him." Lamentations 3:17-24

Isn't it interesting that the very source of our hope is that God truly is still in the heavens. He always was, always IS and always will be.

There's no better definition for hope.

A few weeks ago, I got that tattoo. Right there on my wrist.
Perhaps you can see the scars that criss-cross my arm there.
Symbols of shame and darkness... of affliction and pain... covered by a symbol of hope.
My hope.
Your hope.

Hope for the whole world wrapped up in five little words:

God is in the heavens.