The word “promise” reverberates through the years, it crashes headlong into obstacles.
Promise is relentless and enduring. Promise calls forth Faith; it enlivens Hope; it’s embrace is one of joy to the longing human heart.
Each of our hearts longs for promise.
Listen to the echoes residing in your own heart!
I yearn for promise in this broken world of ours – there is great sorrow – and yet, can you hear the underlay of the whispered commitments of your loving God?
They soak into crevices and crannies, seeking entry into the stony wasteland of a human heart.
Promise stirs up life.
Promise is a good Word – a grand Word. It is a full Word.
Promise speaks of heart desire – it speaks of future. It speaks of me – my secret desire and hope; my yearnings after meaning and purpose.
Promise sparkles and glows in the darkness.
It takes on a life of its own – its irrepressible! Yet — so much promise is buried deep in the rubble of a life lived in the sorrow of a fallen world. Promise has become a distant echo from our youth. It becomes a wistful smile – wishing – “if only it could be true!” – but cold reality takes up all the room on the floor of our mind.
We outgrow promise. We’ve all felt the process!
We “wise up” to the truth – the glaring brutalities of life.
We have left fairy tales behind.
And yet — Promise still is an echo that can suddenly enflame a human heart.
So, if we are honest, we know that Promise can scare us.
It is so inviting, it seems so possible -if we could only let ourselves go with it.
But — we have done this before, and I remember I’ve been burned. So, I have learned a powerful lesson. Promise tastes best at a distance!
Promise calls to me,
Promise sings to me,
Promise haunts me – saying –
“ There is something more”.
So again, I stand in so many ways torn between Hope and despair. I quietly suffer and endure life. I do find my path through which to travel this confusing maze.
And still — Promise is a light, an invitation to turn in, to Believe.
Will I entrust my life to the Call?
Will I choose to recklessly abandon the compromises I have learned?
Will I rise up and chase down the God breathed desire in my heart – to be known fully;
to know expansively;
to meet His gaze;
to be undone by Love?
To release myself to the glory of Promise and see life change and finally know I am who I was called to be.
Author – Bill Tidsbury