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I have pillow issues. Since I spin like a helicopter in my sleep, finding a pillow that works for all positions is tough. It seems that I spend an inordinate amount of time each night, fluffing my pillows into the right position or flipping them to the cool side. When I do, then I get a measure of rest for a time ... until I need to do it again.
Hope is a little like that. We can't just obtain a pouchful of hope and then enter into the Lord's rest, all cares swept under the bed. Why? Because the world and this mortal existence keep squishing the hope flat. It takes maintenance. We have to be constantly renewing our hope, shaping it to the needs of the day and the trial. It's not a one-time thing. It's a daily endeavor.