My friend Mark just put up a post about Expectation. I find it interesting how sometimes God puts things in people’s hearts at the same time so they can share things, often without even knowing it, that will encourage each other. Today, I have had my mind on hope. Hope is a funny thing. It is unpredictable, unexplainable, and at times even a little unbelievable. Emily Dickinson put it like this:
HOPE is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
I memorized the first stanza of this poem a few years back, and it comes to my memory at times when I feel void of all hope and a little low on faith. I believe it is a firm, but gentle reminder of how important it is to keep believing even when the road is dark and the trail is rough.