I have experienced an astounding revelation over the last few days.

I am a dork.

It's one of those wonderful notices from God that dawn in my brain like morning. And do you know what I'm realizing?

I have it wrong. My nose is out of whack. My vision's fuzzy. I'm focused on the wrong thing completely.

And there it is. My focus is wrong.

I've mentioned it before. I'm a born worrier. And I tend to see farther down the road than most. My boss calls it a good thing, but whatever. But I see where I am, and where I want to be, and I focus on those things.

I want out of debt.

I want to lose a few pounds.

I want to be in a significant relationship that results in marriage.

I want to continue my course at work and be a better employee.

I want to be a mom.

And the list continues. I shortened it dramatically for my viewing audience. There's an entire chapter on "I want to be a better..." I'll spare you.

For some of the things on my list, I lack hope. I feel like situations and circumstances are hopeless. And I have to set stuff aside and realize things may not happen the way I want them to be.

But then I realize I'm focusing on all the wrong stuff. Even the things I want to improve in my relationship with Christ. I have hope for so many things. So many things are scattered.

Somehow I forgot the most important hope I have. The one that lines my remaining hopes in line like the soldiers at Buckingham Palace.

The Blessed Hope.

One day in the near future, I will be with Him. My King. My Lord. One day, in all His majesty, He's going to welcome me into His Kingdom. Perfect happiness. Perfect joy. The Mighty One. The Holy One. In His presence for ever.

And I haven't been anticipating His return. It's crazy how the chaos of life sweeps in perfect distraction. I want to wake every morning and know I'm one day closer to eternity with Him.

Everything viewed outside of this hope else is pale and lifeless. But the things seen through this hope has life.

Christ is coming back. And He's coming for me. The thought of it makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I cannot imagine the seeing Him. And I wonder how He anticipates the moment when we meet face to face.

He's coming back, and I want to be ready. I want to be beyond ready. I want to be holy. I want to purify my hands. He's coming back, and I want Him to find me not just awake but READY. My life has to change. I need to live a life that is holy. I need to love Him in the manner He loves me.

He is coming back. And this thought changes how I look at my life around me. Even the ordinary has a hope it didn't have before. I still desire those things, but they're importance and order in my life has shifted. Today, I'm looking at life in a different way.

Today, I have hope. And it makes all the difference.