3Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 4perseverance, character; and character, hope. 5And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
But, I have a taste of the sweetness of this practice. It is in these broken places that I have cast off the childish way of seeking human approval or consolation, and clung desperately to my God. It is each morning that I crave my time with Him, and I cast my broken heart before Him.
And it is then that I realize, not only the perseverance,
not only the character,
But the HOPE.
As I journey through this casting off of my yoke to His loving shoulders, I savor the treasure He has placed in my heart, that is in Psalm 62:
Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.6
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.7
My salvation and my honor depend on God[c];
he is my mighty rock, my refuge.8
Trust in him at all times, you people;
pour out your hearts to him,
for God is our refuge.
When I was younger, I doubted God's care in times of burden. I sought for human answers and human help. But as I grow older, I no longer find comfort in such superficial means. God is my only hope.