This city slicker loves to fish. Even after hours of no nibbles, I will not be deterred. I cast my line for the umpteenth time, imagining a different outcome. I long to feel the double yank, evidence that something snagged my line, anticipating the intense pull and reel maneuvers with my fishing pole. I yearn to net the big one…or anything big enough to keep!

Why do I continue against all odds amidst the rolling eyes of onlookers? One word. Hope.

Without hope, we’re sunk! We all need hope. Some people hope for that elusive hole-in-one, a homerun, or bigger yet, a grand slam. Bowlers crave a turkey. My grandson longs for another pick six (football). Others hope for a successful crop or a good return on an investment. Depending on where you live, you desire a sunny or rainy day.

At times our hope is for small, insignificant things. Other times, it’s a lifeline. Most importantly, our hope must be placed in the One higher than ourselves.

Isaiah 40:31 reminds us, “But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint (NIV).

One preacher explained that soaring like an eagle provides a better perspective of our circumstances. Not becoming weary means we have extra energy stored up for later. And not fainting indicates we have a deeper determination to persevere.

The apostle Paul wrote to encourage believers, saying, “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13 NIV).

At times hope may disappoint, but let’s keep casting. May we persevere and not give up.