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About hope

Discussion in 'Depression Disorders' started by Emma Faith, Mar 5, 2017.

  1. Emma Faith

    Emma Faith New Member

    Hello everybody :)

    I know hope is a huge thing for my battle against depression,PTSD and anxiety...it is so hard for me to have hope, I feel so guilty for not having it, I am often counfused about what is hope...

    How would you define hope? Do you feel you have biblical hope? Do you feel that the hope which is preached in churches is something attainable?
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  2. victorinus

    victorinus catholic

    hope is want -
    nothing more
  3. aangel

    aangel Newbie

    Biblical hope is a confident expectation of good. It's not like worldly hope which is just wishful thinking. I struggle a lot with hope even with the smallest of stuff. When you're depressed it's can be hard not to get discouraged. But I do believe it's attainable. I feel like I'm in a struggle with the hows and what steps I should be taking. I've been meditating on scriptures (muttering God's words and promises to myself) but there are days where I feel frustrated because it seems like nothing is happening. So I do understand where you're coming from.
  4. Greg J.

    Greg J. Well-Known Member Supporter

    United States
    Biblical hope in "something" is believing (or knowing) that "something" will come to pass. For example, the truth is that grace will definitely be given us in the future:

    Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed. (bold mine, 1 Peter 1:13, 1984 NIV)

    There are passages like this...

    Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. (bold mine, Hebrews 10:23, 1984 NIV)

    ...That refer to the things we will receive after our bodies die, such as eternal life, joyfully being with God, and being resurrected.

    Hope is a sure thing:

    To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory. (bold mine, Colossians 1:27, 1984 NIV)

    Our hope is something that is alive:

    Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, (bold mine, 1 Peter 1:3, 1984 NIV)

    Since we have nothing good apart from Jesus, the root of hope is Jesus himself.

    Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the command of God our Savior and of Christ Jesus our hope, (bold mine, 1 Timothy 1:1, 1984 NIV)

    We can find joy and hopefulness in the reality of the love God has for us and the blessings he is going to pour out onto us (some in this life).
  5. Far Side Of the Moon

    Far Side Of the Moon " The moon is high& the stars are aligned" :)

    United States
    Its hard for me to expect anything good when all you do is struggle so long you known Hope and trust are hard for me.
  6. Tempura

    Tempura Noob Supporter

    For me, hope is a choice. It's not about pretending to smile. In fact, the more you suffer, but you still don't give up (even if you think you already gave up), you have hope. We hope for something we don't have at that moment. It's a beautifully naive wish, almost and often a desperate one, a little whisper. And I don't mean "naive" as in "childish crap that doesn't mean anything", oh no. It's far better, so much better.

    Hope is much like courage: Am I really courageous or brave if I'm not afraid to the point where I'm almost or entirely incapacitated? It's easy for anyone to say "I'm brave" when they're not afraid, but that's not bravery. Hope is about hanging on, putting your hope in something else that you cannot see. Something else than the situation that you're in, and often in something else than yourself too.

    Hope, patience and courage have one thing in common, or two to be precise. You never feel like you have them, when you're tapping into them when the situation is seemingly unbearable. And the more you hope, hang on, and eventually experience how it affects your life in a good way, you get better at it. You start to have trust in it, because you start to understand it and its value. If you treat it as something like ordering a product online, and then expecting it to just show up, you don't really get it yet. But eventually you will. I hope I didn't confuse you further, I have a habit of rambling. God bless you all.
  7. Jeshu

    Jeshu Bought by His Blood Supporter

    Oh dear sister hope is a gift not a demand and is attained when we have faith in God's love - Jesus Christ!!!

    Paul explains to us the nature of love and ends with the words - now these three remain faith, love and hope but the greatest of these is love. So this is the answer you are looking for. As someone with mental illness and P.T.S.D I have really come to appreciate faith in God's love in my life and certainly testify that faith in Jesus brings us much hope however the trick is to hope in God's Word - Jesus Christ incarnate is what this means. The more we have faith in the promises of God's Word, especially to be true in all of our lives down here, the more hope will grow and the more love will reveal in your life about fighting P.T.S.D and that nasty depression successfully instead of on the loosing side.

    I like to share you a poem what happened to me when I put my faith in Jesus and heeded the Word of God in my heart about having faith in God's loving promises, as you will see such brings tons of hope. Be of very good courage, what Jesus did form me He is eager to do for you as well.


    The Beggar Of My Existence

    Begging I lay beside the road, unable to get-up or move on.
    Paralysed after a viscous assault when I was just a little kid
    bloodied I stared at my wretched existence for many years.
    Hope had gone, pain throbbing, hungry and thirsty, cold and alone,
    the inner demons dragging me deeper and deeper down the drain,
    helpless the wicked abused my life, robbing me of all my possessions.

    Most of my life I lay there beside the road alone
    I don't know how I survived my miserable existence,
    by-passers often bashed me, blaming me for their hate.
    At first I was raped night after night for years,
    lately mainly tortured for cruel fun and cheap thrills,
    oh yes, those wicked ones have been hurting me!

    Not often have peels been part of my diet,
    weeds, grass, rotten fruit and insects,
    that's what I ate, such meagre meals.
    I was skin over bones and smelled like sewage.
    Walking dead, longing for an early ending.
    I didn't feel worthy to carry the name human.

    Suddenly I became aware of a pleasant aroma,
    a beautifully perfumed visitor, a rich stranger,
    he knelt beside beside me and took hold of me
    I thought, maybe he'll give me something worthwhile,
    I'd better ask quickly before he goes on his way,
    normally the rich don't ever stop to talk to me!

    Facing the visitor I croaked through parched lips,
    please? I am unable to move and very hungry,
    my last visitor abused me and I'm hurting bad,
    could you spare me some food or money,
    a sip of water, I'm so thirsty right now?
    Expectantly I looked up into the man's eyes.

    Chewing delicious bread I stared at the stranger,
    the young wine had refreshed me completely
    where did all this come from I wonder?
    My taste-buds were in Heaven and so was I
    I couldn't believe what I was hearing
    I remember his lips pronounce the words;

    "Shalom... Beloved...

    ..You're most welcome, my child," he said,
    "Eat your fill, here, have another sip of wine,
    your clothes are all worn, dirty and broken.
    At home I have some new clean garments your size,
    a warm bath and a place of safety and rest,
    awaiting my dwelling-place high-up New Eden street."

    That's what he said, and that's what he did for me!
    Amazed I watched as out of nowhere servants arrived,
    gently lifting me out of my grime and of the street,
    carrying me along an all together different route,
    right to the top of a most beautiful mountain hill,
    halting before a mansion I didn't know could exist.

    A doctor came and tended my wounds and sores
    ointments soothing, smelling like fragrant herbs
    a massage, gently, carefully rejuvenating me.
    Years long ache disappearing, well-being arriving,
    heaven on earth how could all this be for me,
    when did I do anything to deserve this treatment?

    A gentle knock on my door, as I lay sleeping
    in a massive bedroom, adorned for royalty.
    "You've been invited at The Feast tonight."
    I recall this loving moment fleetingly pass by,
    how lovely he looked standing there,
    "and Dad said he likes to meet you as well."

    I remember how confused I had been, Dad?
    A party tonight, seeing Dad, who and what else?
    Why is he looking after me so fantastically well?
    My mind was in turmoil after all these events,
    several hours ago I still lay dying in my filth,
    and now..? now I was so alive and so fulfilled!

    Gratitude arose like paradise restored within,
    never before did I feel so much thankfulness,
    I'd been rescued from a life of painful misery,
    saved from the wretchedness of my existence,
    restored to human dignity, loved and cared for,
    deep down I knew Life had found me for good.