I treasure the memories of the past and the legacy of my ancestors, but my hope does not rest there.

I am awestruck by the sight of an unfurled flag and the swelling chorus of the national anthem, but my hope does not live there.

My home is a refuge and my loved ones fill my heart with joy, but my hope is not anchored there.

The majesty of creation inspires my soul and lifts my eyes to God, but my hope has no dwelling place there.

Hope – the eternal, quiet assurance that God is in control and holds me –

was birthed at the Cross,

purchased by my Savior, Jesus Christ,

and firmly established in the certainty of His resurrection.

My hope lives in Him.

SOLID ROCK
“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

His oath, His covenant, His blood support me in the whelming flood.
Through every high and stormy gale, my anchor holds within the veil.

When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace.
When all around my soul gives way – He then is all my hope and stay.

When He shall come with trumpet sound, oh may I then in Him be found
dressed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before His throne.

On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
All other ground is sinking sand.
                                                                           Written by Edward Mote

I Samuel 2:2 There is none holy as the Lord: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God.

II Samuel 22:47 The Lord liveth; and blessed be my rock; and exalted be the God of the rock of my salvation.

Psalm 18:2 The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Photo – Canadian Mount, Beth Mims