When the Road Feels Long: How to Keep Hope Alive

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There’s an old Gospel song that goes, “Standing on the promises of Christ my King…” You are doing just that: Taking your stand on what Scriptures promise.

BUT…

Progress crawls. Circumstances resist. Patience wears thin.

You start to wonder: “Did I mishear God? Misread the signs? Misjudge what was possible for someone like me?”

You have hope, but it feels distant. The road stretches longer than your legs ever asked for. And you wonder how long you can still wait.

So how do you keep hope alive when you feel stuck in the long middle?

Let’s talk about it. Maybe the following points may help.

1. No Need To Pretend

Hope doesn’t require pretending the journey is short.

Scripture keeps it painfully honest. Abraham waited decades for a promised child. Israel waited centuries for a Messiah. The disciples waited in a locked room while hope lay in a tomb.

Waiting is a spiritual discipline rarely taught from pulpits.

Sometimes we try to numb the discomfort with spiritual clichés. “God’s timing!” “All things work together!” “Everything happens for a reason!”

A better starting point: name your ache.

Tell God, “This is taking longer than I’d like. Longer than I feel I can handle.”

That honesty doesn’t kill hope. It protects it from dishonesty. Lament is not a lack of faith.

Lament is faith refusing to be silenced.

2. Fall in love with small steps

Sometimes, big dreams have very tiny feet.

Everyone wants to leap into their calling like an Olympic gymnast. Rarely do we celebrate the unglamorous slog of showing up.

Sometimes hope survives not because we sprint, but because we refuse to sit down.

• A writer opens a blank page again.

• A recovering addict marks another day of sobriety.

• A parent whispers a prayer over a child who still won’t talk to them.

  
  

Small steps don’t feel holy. They feel mundane. Yet heaven calls them worship.

God often hides miracles inside these routines: Daily bread Daily mercy Daily grace to try again.

Your progress might look embarrassingly small to you or others. Celebrate it anyway.

Tiny movements change entire trajectories.

3. Look back more often

Hope doesn’t only look forward. It looks over its shoulder and remembers.

Remember the prayers you once begged for that are now part of your ordinary days.

Remember the heartbreak that didn’t destroy you. Remember the nights you thought were endless that now feel like someone else’s story.

God has a track record. So do you.

That’s why I recommend writing (or typing) answers that have come. Keep a record to review. Your personal history with God. Those can be powerful.

Hope grows best in the soil of memory:

“I will remember the deeds of the Lord… I will meditate on all your mighty works. ”Psalm 77:11–12Your history holds evidence that the God who carried you then can carry you now. Tell those old miracles to speak up. You still need their testimony.

4. Loosen your grip on the destination

It takes humility and faith to admit that we don’t always know exactly what the end should look like.

Hope can become brittle when it demands a specific outcome on a specific timeline.

God doesn’t hand out Google Maps. Faith rarely downloads turn-by-turn directions.

Jesus says something better:

“Follow me.”

Which implies movement. Not clairvoyance.

Think of your dream like a sailboat. You set your direction, catch the wind of God’s Spirit, and adjust the sails as shifts come. You don’t control the ocean. You trust the One who does.

Sometimes the destination changes on the way. Sometimes it deepens. Sometimes the healing you thought would look like success ends up looking like peace.

Let hope breathe. Let it grow. Give it permission to surprise you.

5. Weave joy into the waiting

Hope shrivels in environments of constant seriousness. Waiting doesn’t have to be miserable.

Joy does not deny longing. Joy interrupts despair long enough to give faith another inhale. Find seeds of joy that are all around you.

Jesus said he came so we would have abundant life, not eventual life. We do not have to postpone delight until God finishes everything he started.

Dance a little on the slow days. Celebrate nothing-in-particular. Defy hopelessness with a grin that says, “I know this story isn’t done.”

Joy becomes rebellion against despair.

6. Borrow someone else’s hope

Some seasons drain your hope faster than you can refill it.

Everything feels heavy. Everything takes effort.

You don’t need to be a lone ranger of optimism.

Find the people who see the goodness of God even when you struggle to spot it. Let them speak courage into your tired bones. Let their faith lean against your doubt until you can stand again.

The early church didn’t gather because they were bored. They gathered because hope is a communal sport.

Hope breathes better in shared air.

7. Let God be God

This may sound like a bumper sticker, yet it cuts right into the core of hope.

Your story is not saved by your strength to keep going. Your story is saved by God’s commitment to finish what He started.

Hope isn’t positive thinking. Hope is confidence in the character of God.

And don’t forget…

Jesus didn’t rise from the dead because the disciples hoped hard enough. Resurrection is God’s specialty.

When your hope feels thin and frayed, hang it on something sturdy: Jesus.

“He who calls you is faithful, and He will do it.”1 Thessalonians 5:24

Faith isn’t pretending we know the ending. Faith is trusting the Author who does.

When hope flickers…

Sometimes hope is just a flickering flame that survives anyway. Don’t underestimate what that flicker means. Remember the power of faith that’s only the size of a mustard seed.

Even when the finish line hides around another bend, hope keeps whispering: “Keep walking. Something beautiful is still ahead.”

God walks with you in the long middle. The road is holy. Your tired feet are holy. Every step is seen.

The last word

Hope is not naïve. Hope is stubborn.

It refuses to surrender to the lie that the way things are is the way things will always be.

The destination might still feel far away, but distance is no match for a God who builds roads where none exist.

So keep going. Keep breathing. Keep choosing joy. Keep telling God the truth about how this hurts and what you’re longing for.

Hold onto hope. Even the scrappy kind. Especially the scrappy kind.

Because one day you will stand in the place you prayed to reach, and wonder how you almost gave up when you were already halfway home.

Let this song fan the flame of your flickering hope.

© Gary L Ellis