“Hope is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops-at all”
The first stanza of that Emily Dickinson poem is one of the first things that pops into my mind every time I think of hope. The other that pops into my mind is Hebrews 11:1, “Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” And somehow in all the wandering of all my travels, I just knew that the thing that perched in my soul was the Holy Spirit. That still small voice telling me I am an adopted child of a Holy Father, that I can trust Him, that I can dare to hope.
People speak of a dark night without stars and of places so black you cannot even see the shadows. I’ve known difficulties and I’ve seen darkness, but even in the very darkest times, hope has shown a light. And when I’ve focused on that faint little light, it’s grown brighter. To me, hope is God’s light shining into our darkness.
Hope is God’s promise that we have a home, a place to hope for that we haven’t seen just yet. Hope is that reminder that what is before us now isn’t done yet.
This piece was written in five minutes (no stops, no editing) for Five Minute Friday. I mostly write about books and reading here, but I love having my Fridays to just glory in the beauty of letting myself wander whereever the words take me.