This Hope

“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.

Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson 


You know I love me some Hope!

"Always be prepared
to give an answer
to everyone who asks you
to give the reason
for the Hope
that you have." 1 Peter 3:15

And say it nicely (v16)

I never lose Hope.
Because God always shows up.

In His time.
 
Every.
Time.