Being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ.
Philippians 1:6
It’s incredible that we as human beings are able to have confidence in anything. So many times when we place our confidence in something, our hope is shattered. Because the reality of the human experience is that we will all experience disappointment – both in letting others down and in being let down by others. But the idea that the Apostle Paul is referencing here in Philippians 1:6 is an entirely different thing than disappointment.
Paul is confidently assured of the reality that the believer will be presented before Christ. He is sure that Christ will continue to mature them until He comes back to call them to be with Him forever. This truth is our confident hope, that when Christ returns, He is coming back for us. And that when we see Him, we will not have to shrink back for fear of Him; but that He will make us perfect like Himself. Because of this, we will be able to see Him as He is.
Paul was not hesitant at all to declare that Christ will perfect them. This perfection wasn’t based upon any spiritual hierarchy or prominence, but faithfulness to the Lord. This should be our encouragement in the midst of all that we face in this life. We must remember that we have a responsibility to know the promises of the Lord, that we may fully and whole-heartedly trust in them.
Published on Jan 29 @ 3:15 AM EDT
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Becoming a Better You | Marlin D. Harris
Welcome to our 31-Day Corporate Fast.
In 1988, I was 15 years old, sitting on a plane flying from Oklahoma to Seoul, South Korea. I felt that I was leaving more than a country but leaving my entire concept of normalcy and certainty. I was going from the world I knew to a world that I was completely unprepared to face. My father had received military orders to move from Ft. Drum, New York, and for the next 3 years, live in Taegu, South Korea. Now, this is not uncommon. Military families travel across the globe to new duty stations all the time and often make wonderful and amazing memories and experiences while living in a foreign country. But that was precisely the problem – we were certainly not a family, and this was most definitely not promising to be an amazing memory. My stepmother was a non-functioning alcoholic, and my father was a functioning one. I was placed in their home because my home of origin had become too unstable and abusive for me to live in. I was traveling 5,000 miles away from what I had come to know as normal, with people that I had just met less than 9 months ago. I sat on that plane believing that I was leaving one disaster and heading into another one. Nothing could have convinced me that day that this one experience would have so deeply changed my life and so firmly established my faith and confidence in God.
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“This I recall to my mind; therefore, I have hope. We are not consumed through the Lord’s mercies because His compassions fail not to. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:21-23 (NKJV)
The Book of Lamentations is a poetic lament written by the prophet
Jeremiah while he witnessed the destruction of Jerusalem and the
subsequent exile of God’s chosen people. It is a book laden with grief,
painting a vivid picture of ruin, loss, and heartache. Lamentations
embodies a nation’s sorrow as Jerusalem, the heart of God’s chosen
people, is burned to ashes, and women and children are led away into
the hopelessness of the Babylonian exile. Yet, nestled here, right in
the middle of the book, is a spark of light—a reminder that even in the
deepest sorrow, hope has a song. Jeremiah’s words, “This I recall to my
mind, therefore I have hope,” rise up like a melody from the ashes. His
bold declaration reminds us that God’s mercies are new every morning,
and His faithfulness will never change.
LOSING HOPE
I can’t read these verses without reflecting on my own journey—a time
when I thought hope had no song at all. When I was 19 years old, I found
myself homeless, sleeping on a park bench in the heart of Atlanta, near
the college I had just enrolled in. I was broke, hopeless, and filled with
despair. Each day, I would carry my luggage to the Student Center and ask
a few kitchen workers if I could leave my bags while I attended my classes
for that day.
During the day, I worked hard to keep up appearances, trying to hide my
situation from those around me. I’d retrieve my luggage in the evenings,
grateful for whatever snacks those in the kitchen were kind enough to allow
me to eat for free. But then, at night, when the Student Center closed, my
world grew cold and dark. I’d sit alone on the steps and wonder if I had
made a mistake coming to Georgia to go to school and if I would be okay
throughout the night. By 1 a.m., I would gather my luggage, head to the
park, and find a bench or patch of grass to sleep on.
Lying there under the vast expanse of the night sky, I couldn’t help but feel
a deep, abiding sense of despair and hopelessness. Questions swirled
in my mind: Had God forgotten about me? Did He even have a plan for
my life? Did He know where I was? My anxious thoughts became the only
lullaby that would lull me to sleep. In those moments, it felt as though
hope had abandoned me. I couldn’t imagine that hope could still “sing.”
Even though I was a minister and had preached to others, in my own
heart, I didn’t think that hope existed. In my head, I knew better, but my
heart struggled to feel what my head knew to be true.
FINDING HOPE
But God hadn’t forgotten me. In the midst of my suffering, small acts of
kindness began to weave their melody into my life. A few classmates would
offer me their couches to rest on in the dormitory lobbies. Someone would
hand me their key pass so I could wash my clothes at the end of the week.
Others offered me food or a little money to grab a bite to eat in the Student
Center. At the time, these gestures seemed like drops in a bucket. But
now I realize they were melodies of hope—softly, yet powerfully—singing
their song in my heart. I refused to fall into despair. Though I cried myself
to sleep and hid my face from some of the other kids because I was too
ashamed to let them see me sleeping in the park, I never gave up. I never
stopped humming hope’s song in my heart.
MY SONG OF HOPE
Every morning, even as I woke up on a park bench, God met me with new
mercies. His faithfulness was there, even when my circumstances said
otherwise. He surrounded me with people who reflected His compassion,
people who reminded me that no matter how dark the night seemed,
the dawn was just around the corner. To me, those days were strangely,
but wonderfully, precious days. They became permanent bricks in the
foundation of what made me fall in love with God. While on that park
bench, hope found me. Hope found me not through money, rescue, or
an immediate change in my circumstances. No, hope found me with a
little song:
“When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like
sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say, ‘It
is well, it is well, with my soul.’” This is the song that chased away
the darkness for me. This is the melody that brought me hope.
The truth is, God’s faithfulness doesn’t always come the way we may
expect it to. Sometimes, it’s the quiet voice of a stranger’s kindness, or the
untraceable strength to get back up after falling down, or maybe even the
courage to keep going when all seems lost. The song that hope sings in
your heart may not be loud, but it is always persistent. It echoes through
the chambers of our hearts, reminding us that no matter how dark it gets,
we are not consumed because God’s compassions will never fail.
THE PURPOSE OF HOPE
As I look back, I see how those days on the park bench played a significant
part in the foundation of my life’s ministry to homeless, hurting, and
helpless individuals and families. He was my strength when I was weak,
my light in the darkness, and the steady rhythm of hope that kept my heart
from breaking. I learned that even in the most difficult seasons of life, the
song of hope can still be heard if we just learn to listen close enough.
Today, you may find yourself in a season of ruin or despair. Perhaps you’re
lying awake at night, questioning God’s plan, wondering if He sees you.
Let this truth rise within you: His mercies are new every morning. His
compassions never fail. Hope’s song is still singing, even if it’s just a faint
melody in your heart.
Remember, hope doesn’t deny that your pain is real; it simply declares
that God’s love is greater than your pain. No matter how dark the night,
His faithfulness can’t be shaken. Every morning, He offers us a fresh start,
renewed strength, and a reason to keep going.
PRAYER
Lord, thank You for Your faithfulness that never wavers. When I am
overwhelmed by despair, remind me that Your mercies are new every
morning. Help me to hear the song of hope that You are singing over my life.
May I trust in Your unchanging love and find strength in Your compassion.
You are the anchor of my soul, and I rest in the promise that You will never
leave me. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
DAILY SPIRITUAL DISCIPLINE
Find a quiet moment each morning this week to reflect on God’s new
mercies for the day. Write down three things you are grateful for and
meditate on Lamentations 3:21-23. Let these truths renew your hope and
frame your day with gratitude and trust in God’s faithfulness.
Published on Dec 19 @ 12:29 AM EDT
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