You know how sometimes you read or hear about something that sticks with you? A long time ago, I was reading about a couple of hikers that got lost. I will call them Becky and Tara. Nobody knows exactly what happened, but apparently they got lost and eventually separated from each other in hopes that at least one person would find civilization and send help back to the other hiker...if that hiker could be found.
Of course, once separated, each hiker would be on their own and very much alone. They parted ways and made individual attempts at reaching civilization for days. Becky, who was about ready to keel over and sink into oblivion, took a few more steps that took her to the top of a barren hill that she had climbed. She looked down and spotted a small lake. It was the first water she had seen in days. It gave her a hope that renewed her strength with a fervor that propelled her to the life saving watering hole.
She lived.
Days later, a search party found the other hiker about a mile behind where Becky had almost died before she spotted the life giving water.
Tara was dead.
You see, the water that gave Becky hope and propelled her to action, was not in Tara's vision.
I wonder what killed Tara first? The lack of water or the lack of hope?
So what does this story have to do with me and you? Sigh...
I will speak for myself. When I have a lack of hope, I want to die. Looking around at people surrounding me, I see that I am not alone. Hopelessness is pervasive and threatens to destroy us.
Proverbs 13:12 says:
Of course, once separated, each hiker would be on their own and very much alone. They parted ways and made individual attempts at reaching civilization for days. Becky, who was about ready to keel over and sink into oblivion, took a few more steps that took her to the top of a barren hill that she had climbed. She looked down and spotted a small lake. It was the first water she had seen in days. It gave her a hope that renewed her strength with a fervor that propelled her to the life saving watering hole.
She lived.
Days later, a search party found the other hiker about a mile behind where Becky had almost died before she spotted the life giving water.
Tara was dead.
You see, the water that gave Becky hope and propelled her to action, was not in Tara's vision.
I wonder what killed Tara first? The lack of water or the lack of hope?
So what does this story have to do with me and you? Sigh...
I will speak for myself. When I have a lack of hope, I want to die. Looking around at people surrounding me, I see that I am not alone. Hopelessness is pervasive and threatens to destroy us.
Proverbs 13:12 says:
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.
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