The word “Hope” means a lot to me. It’s my daughter’s middle name for a reason. December 22, 2008 Cameron Hope Carter was born prematurely at 25 weeks and weighed less than 2 pounds. She spent the first 129 days of her life in intensive care at Duke Hospital. During that time she had three surgeries, and her state of life was fragile to say the least. Since Cameron was in Durham and we lived in Holly Springs my wife and I did a lot of commuting back and forth to feed, visit, and hold her. On those cold wintery days I would drive to Duke and play the song Hope (by Remedy Drive) loud in my car to keep me awake…and encouraged.
What a beautiful sight for the worn and weary eye
The glimmer of light in the corner of a broken sky
Hope sweet hope like a star burning bright
When the sun goes down and the fears begin to fly
Hold on tight this city's about to break
In the middle of the night lying there wide awake
Hope, sweet hope, how much more can she take
Being our strength when our hearts run out of faith
Hope's not giving up. Hope's not giving up.
In the cold dark night she's not giving, not giving up.
Hope is with me in my time of trouble
When it all comes crashing down she will stay
By my side digging through the rubble
She's not giving up, not giving up, not giving up.
Years later, the lead singer told me that many people think this song is written about a person. Rather, he wrote it to describe a biblical denotation of hope. That’s what “hope” means to me. As Christians, we have a steady hope that will remain. The storms of life cannot smother the assurance we have in a God whose love, wisdom, and power are flawless. “The LORD delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.” Psalm 147:11