Our Sustainer, Our Hope

Isaiah 41:10 says, “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” In all things, whether in hurt, sorrow, suffering, or uncertainty, we have hope. God is with us, and He is a personal God. He does not let us get far from Him, He will never let us go, and He is with us through it all. He gives us strength when we need it most and supports our spirits when our hearts feel as though they are sinking within us. If we are in the depths of despair, He is there to guide us into the light. If we are hanging by the threads of life and clinging to hope, He is the one that lifts us up on eagle’s wings. He knows our inmost thoughts, the struggles within our hearts, and the peace that we need. He knows us better than any other, and He is our Sustainer–our Hope.

Psalm 139:1-18, “You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand—when I awake, I am still with you.”