Lately, I have had a great deal in my heart. Precious things. And concerning these things i cherish hope. Hope gives courage to go on when i don't dare. Courage to wait. Courage to trust. To breathe and wait patiently. Though precious things come nesting, there is time before the whole story is apparent. Like little blue speckled eggs, these delicate things take time to make plain the promise they embody. Like creamy buds in sunlight, they hold glories only to be known by patience. Hope is the warmth that works upon my heart to stay around to feel the beating of new wings and smell the heavy fragrance of milky blossoms. Hope gives the courage to believe that what is not will one day be...and makes us dream of the miracle of life. Of beauty.
Precious things are hidden in my heart. Time will tell what they become. But hope holds me here with courage to trust the goodness of the One who gave them. There will be beauty.
"Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not appeared as yet what we will be. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him, because we will see Him just as He is." 1 John 3:2
