‘Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.’ - Emily Dickinson.
How true, Lord. Your little gifts surround me and almost go unnoticed: a child’s smile; the dazzle of a sunset; action borne of conviction; words of encouragement. These are whispers of my larger hope that, in you, all lead to the happy end that faith proclaims. Amen.