Moses sat in the shade of an acacia and once again his mind fell into forty years past. Sinking into bitter memory, Moses relived the succor of Egypt where he had worn the promise of greatness. As a youth he had thought God to be alive and good, his provision glorious and abundant. Moses had felt the energy of God, his calling, his strength. He had thought himself a deliverer of his people. Yet he had failed and fled. In a moment he was cast down, his life brought to ruin, his purpose obscured. The powerful radiance of Egypt had drained from him as blood from a slaughtered animal, his hope was carried away with the wind that scoured the hot desert sand.
What had gone wrong? How was it possible to now find himself a cast-off? What had he done to displease his God? These questions gnawed at his mind as starving rats. Merciless, they never left, they gave no rest.
Unexpectedly stirred from his reverie, a glint from the hillside caught his eye. Again, there, a flame kindled on the mountain. Arising to see this wonder, Moses encountered a bush that burned unconsumed, as perpetual as the thoughts that plagued him.
Moses approached the burning bush, and as he stepped into the circle of its light, obtained the fulfillment of his dreams. There Moses was given the opportunity of a lifetime, a reality that exceeded imagination. Commissioned by the power of God, he was sent to deliver his people from Egyptian slavery. In that instant his life took on purpose and meaning. Everything suddenly made sense, it all fit.
Moses had completed the gestation of Hope. And reaching this living destination he was filled with all the glory he thought he had lost. Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life.
For forty years in Midian, Moses had slogged through a slough of apparent failure. Each day the sight of his eyes and thoughts of his head told him that he was a worthless loser. Each day his spirit would steadfastly respond that there was more going on than met the eye, that God was secretly accomplishing some unseen purpose. This is the gestation of Hope. It is shaped by lengthy distress, in the quiet, crashing battles of your own mind. Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.
The gestation of Hope requires adversity it is born from opposition to its plans. Give her a vineyard there, and the Vale of Sorrow as an opening to Hope, and she shall sing there as in the days of her youth. Hosea 2:17 (Fenton). Hope can never be birthed in the abundant blessings of God. While basking in anointings or reveling in miracles, hope is needless. For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for?
Hope is fashioned by desperate need and desire. When God seems lost, vacant, or destructive, then hope rises up to go after him. Hope is matured by long days spent in denial of the obvious. It is born in a child orphaned, a fighter knocked down, a spirit who hungers incessantly for God, he who yearns for the impossible. The God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope.
Hope is the targeting device of spirit beings. Hope searches out the opportunities of God and decides on the most beneficial. Hope then locks-in the coordinates of this destination and instructs your spirit to proceed toward the goal.
As your life trundles over the rocky terrain of success and defeat, hope is ever there, steering to the objective and recomputing the course to reach it. Hope is the ability to embrace a spiritual vision, regardless of the circumstances. It can see through every misfortune to track and capture the blessings of God. Lay hold upon the hope set before us: which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil.
When you think your hope in God is invincible, he will turn your world upside down. Thou washest away the things which grow out of the dust of the earth; and thou destroyest the hope of man. As your dreams crash in on your head, hope seems to fail, and your life is suddenly skewed into an alternate and miserable reality. By catastrophe your life’s goals are terminated; in a moment they are removed far beyond your reach. He hath destroyed me on every side, and I am gone: and mine hope hath he removed like a tree. Everything you wanted appears to dissolve, your hope is shattered, and your life abruptly careens out of control into a new and fearful direction. My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. … My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
Hope is the only remedy for this situation. It is the equipment of reconstruction, the tool that you must use to rebuild a shattered life. The heavens and the earth shall shake: but the LORD will be the hope of his people. From the rubble of disaster, hope must arise to search once again the possibilities in God. When it does, it will discover something new and wonderful.
After any calamity you will always find a new destination in God suddenly revealed, waiting for you, a higher grander destiny than you ever saw before. Thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning. And thou shalt be secure, because there is hope.
At the upheaval of a mountain, strata are revealed which lay previously hidden, and a pinnacle is created that did not exist before. So also every cataclysm reveals new layers of truth which thrust up to form a new, higher promontory in God. This is the purpose of upheaval, to raise your spiritual vision from the terrestrial to the sublime. The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may know what is the hope of his calling.
By tragedy your life is irretrievably placed on a new course, but it does not have to be downward. Hope cannot undo a disaster, but it can change the destination that it leads to. If you let your hope grow through your problem, it will soon gain the strength to rotate your entire life, disaster and all, into a new upward direction. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen.
Finding a higher target in God, your hope will fix its aim to this new destination, and your entire being will turn toward a higher splendor. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God. With these new coordinates locked-in to your spiritual computer, you will find yourself propelled on a new course to a better destiny than you had ever seen before. Develop your hope into full assurance until the end, in order that you may become not sluggish, but imitators of those who through faith and patience are now inheriting the promises. Hebrews 6:11.12 (Wuest).