For whatever was thus written in former days was written for our instruction, that by [our steadfast and patient] endurance and the encouragement [drawn] from the Scriptures we might hold fast to and cherish hope. (Romans 15:4 AMP)
Abraham, Moses and Hosea … All of the patriarchs and prophets had to have known that what they did and said and wrote was for more than them but also for a people in the future. But even so they recorded sins of others and even their own failings. I have trouble being that honest for the smaller world that reads my writing. But God wanted us to see that He loves imperfect, stumbling, failing people. He even uses us to do mighty things. Amazing.
There was a time when I was 40-ish that I lost hope. I felt my usability was over with. God was finished with my life. I had nothing more to offer. It’s a deep, sadness that overtook me because I wasn’t married. I began studying the first chapter of Nehemiah. Over and over I read it. I began to feel called. God had plans for me. I would silently confess my sins and our country’s sins. The sadness lifted. I enjoyed my days again. God’s word is beautiful. And I cherish the hope it’s given me through the years.