Hope, that Rather Fickle Bird

Here's a poem that describes my life today, inspired by the David Crowder song I heard twice on the radio yesterday that mentioned hope "taking flight." Picturing hope as a bird was a pretty effective image for me.

Hope is nesting like a bird
In the branches of my heart.
Eye has not seen, ear has not heard
Of heaven, but in part.

Hope takes flight when morning dawns,
At night come home to roost,
Still to this bode of stubble drawn
To resume her patient post.

"Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen." Heb. 11:1
"Without faith, it is impossible to please God. For him who comes to Him must believe that He exists, and that He is a rewarder of those who earnestly seek Him." Heb. 11:6

The primary work of my mundane life seems to be believing that hope is coming home for the night even when it looks like it has "taken wing."

Tomorrow we are leaving on a short camping trip to Albert Pike, Arkansas to relax as a family. It was sort of a sudden thing, and I have felt a bit overwhelmed by the tiniest things in life all of a sudden, but after all, I don't have a lot of pressing engagements at the moment, so it's a good time to go camping and be together. Mom has been incredibly busy and it will be good for her to take a load off.

We got the church cleaning done this morning, and this afternoon we'll pack up I guess. Somewhere in all this, I'm going to be buying my ticket to Ukraine as well...whoopee! There's one little exclamation mark in the day :) Just three months and I'll be gone! Very excited about that.

So, I won't be posting while out in the boondocks, I guess. By the amount of commenting going on I guess it doesn't matter too much...do I sound like Eeyore or what? Sorry, I think I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Seeing the world through puke-green colored glasses again...dear me. We'll be back Saturday night, so next week I'll mend the blogging breach. And maybe come back a little "cheerfuller," too. So long.