There is a moment in Lamentations 3 that I think I’ve read past too quickly.
Before the familiar words about God’s mercies being new every morning, there is this:
“Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope.”
I keep coming back to the word call.
Because it sounds intentional.
The writer doesn’t say hope suddenly found him.
He says he called something to mind.
And if you read what comes before it, that matters.
He’s hurting.
He’s remembering everything that has gone wrong.
His soul is downcast.
Nothing about his circumstances appears to change before the next sentence.
And yet…
“This I call to mind.”
He remembers who God is.
His love.
His compassion.
His faithfulness.
And then hope enters the story.
I think I’ve spent a lot of my life assuming hope is something I’m supposed to feel.
But maybe sometimes hope is something I have to remember.
Not because the pain isn’t real.
Not because remembering God’s faithfulness suddenly fixes what’s hurting.
But because pain has a way of narrowing our vision.
It can make this moment feel like the whole story.
Maybe that’s why remembering matters so much.
Sometimes we have to deliberately bring back into view what suffering has pushed to the edges.
The prayers God has already answered.
The places He has already carried us.
The mercy that met us yesterday.
The faithfulness that existed long before whatever we’re facing today.
And maybe that’s what I love most about Lamentations 3.
Hope doesn’t require the writer to pretend.
He can acknowledge the grief…
and still remember God.
Maybe faith looks like that sometimes.
Not forcing ourselves to feel hopeful.
Just choosing, once again, to call His faithfulness to mind.
And letting hope meet us there.
“Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope.”
— Lamentations 3:21 (NIV)
