February 25, 2011
It came to pass in the process of time that Hannah conceived and bore a son, and called his name Samuel, saying, “Because I have asked for him from the Lord.” —1 Samuel 1:20 Hope is a type of kaleidoscope. Through its lens, we can believe the impossible and see what might be. Hope’s hues are rainbow in promise, bringing rays of light into once dark corners. When I think of the colors of hope, I think of Hannah . . . Hannah was heartsick because she couldn’t have a baby. She stopped eating and cried continually. Yet she never gave up hope. She continued to pray. A priest named Eli observed Hannah at the altar and spoke to her. When she explained her anguish, Eli blessed her and sent her on her way. After that encounter, something shifted inside Hannah. Someone spun the wheel of her heart, for we are told color returned to her cheeks, she ate, and her face was no longer sad. We don’t know how long it was before Hannah gave birth. Over the years, Hannah must have found the waiting cruel. But after her prayers and her breakthrough moment with Eli, it appears that she was liberated and at peace. Eventually, Hannah gave birth to the prophet Samuel and a house full of others. She marveled at what God had done. It was as if she were looking through a kaleidoscope. All the things that had seemed so splintered now refracted dazzling light. —Patsy Clairmont Excerpted from A Grand New Day © 2008 by Thomas Nelson. Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by Thomas Nelson. Used with permission. All rights reserved.