Small Thoughts of Hope







This morning I can hear it.

The sound of their refrain echoing in the tree tops, breaking the hazy winter morn like a clarion call.

And it sounds like Hope.

When winter hangs and holds, claws digging, grasping for days, but it's the hope of spring that breaks the frosted yoke and melts the icy fronds.

And today, I can hear it ringing from above, spring is coming.  Hope is coming.

The sunlight warms her red-robin breast and she turns and cries it loud and clear, "The winter is past, spring is a-coming.  Hope.  Hope."

And I, so empty in these cold days of winter, am also feeling the fullness of hope returning.  Of hope proclaiming.  Of hope becoming faith again. 

All this hope.  All this life. Returning to warm the cold blood of my winter heart.  This winter of so much weary, weak, heart-wandering, is melting into warm springing hope. 

These words call out from the tattered pages,
" Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and His understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength,
They will rise up on wings like eagles;
They will run and not grow weary
They will walk and will not be faint." Isaiah 40:28-31

And I think, do I not know?  Have I not heard?  That the Lord, He doesn't get tired.  And His understanding, no one can even imagine.  Just as winter fades away into spring again, our hope in the Lord will again produce strength, warming our cold faith into spring sunlight. 


Those who hope in Him will never be disappointed.













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