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My Hope For You

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I am starting 2014 with a post at SheLoves about hope and what I am hoping for me and for you this year. It isn’t what you might think.

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I wrote about hope last January, too: The Freedom of Hope

We are singing off the shackles, bringing in light, we are calling forth freedom.

In the singing I feel the word.

Hope.

Hope that one day we will be free from these spectacular griefs, hope that one day the shackles will disintegrate into trampled dust beneath dancing feet.

I reread that essay this morning, through tears, as the memories of that season filled me, and as the realization of all that God did in the painful circumstances that prompted it took my breath away. Not every story ended with joy, not every story is ended yet. But every story has seen God’s hand in it and as I look back and am reminded, I know that I can look forward and have hope.

As you read this I am on the airplane (again), this time back to Djibouti. I fly through Kenya where I will leave our teenagers at boarding school.

He has been faithful, he will be faithful.

Even through pain.

Click here to read: I Want More than Comfort for You

May 2014 be a year you sense God is with you, a year you feel free to hope with wild extravagance.

the photo is a stain glass piece my late grandfather made, hanging on my mom’s dining room window. He had Parkinson’s and a deep, abiding hope fixed on heaven.

By |January 3rd, 2014|Categories: Writing|Tags: , |5 Comments

5 Comments

  1. Jan Burns January 3, 2014 at 4:37 pm - Reply

    Good morning, Rachel,
    Just finished reading your post on SheLoves and wanted to let you know it was/is appreciated.
    I’ve never really followed bloggers before I stumbled on SheLovesMagazine, and I don’t remember how it came across my path this past year! But have been so blessed every day by the different writers.
    So thank you for sharing your heart and may God richly bless you and your family this year. I cannot imagine what it must be like to have your children so far away in boarding school…. My neighbor is Ethiopian and he attended high school in Kenya so could very well be the same. He loves Kenya! Blessings, Jan

    • Rachel Pieh Jones January 6, 2014 at 5:14 am - Reply

      Jan, thanks so much for commenting. You know, its funny, I can’t even remember myself how I stumbled upon the SheLoves website. I tend to send out a number of essays, hoping to get published here and there, and submitting one to them was one of the best ‘accidents’ I’ve made. I’m so glad you feel blessed by the words there, it is a rich community.

  2. Walter Clarke January 5, 2014 at 10:29 pm - Reply

    I share with you a certain love and respect for Djibouti, its peoples and rustic beauty. It was my good fortune to be assigned by the State Department to open a new diplomatic post in what was then the French Territory of the Afars and the Issas in May 1977. We opened a Consulate General in the Hotel Siesta, the best hotel in town in that epoch, and those two rooms became an Embassy on June 30, 1977. We were told to find “a defensible compound” for the Embassy; we did, and after many adventures, we were reassigned and left the country on 4 July 1980. I am now long retired, but my wife and I look upon our tour in Djibouti as our favorite. I don’t believe that anyone in the Foreign Service ever stayed longer in Djibouti. All of this is to say that we enjoy your stories and memories. I assume that you are a missionary; the only American missionary in country during our stay was a very sweet nun who lived up in the northwest. Our best regards for the new year.

    • Rachel Pieh Jones January 6, 2014 at 5:12 am - Reply

      Walter, so great to hear from you. What a fascinating time for you to have been posted here, I’m sure you have quite a few stories from those days! My husband is a professor at the University, we are people of faith though. If you ever want someone to listen to (read) a story or two, I’m all ears (eyes).

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