That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Hope is something that is always there. It is perched in my soul. It never stops. No matter what.
Hope is my husband taking over and cooking dinner. Or getting up at night with Joshua so I can sleep a bit.
Hope comes from friends calling to say “Hey! How are you? Want to grab lunch!?”
Hope comes from the wonderful ladies (and a couple of guys, too) I’ve met through blogging. Those who rally behind me on my bad days. I hope I’m able to return the favor should they ever need it.
Just when it seems like all is lost, HOPE swoops in and rescues me. And those little glimmers of goodness give me the strength to keep going.