faith
With Hope
I’ve been thinking about hope this year, that fragile confidence Emily Dickinson described as a songbird with feathers, perched in the soul, singing against the wind and the coldest of circumstance. The writer of Hebrews
for the soul
And what do you benefit if you gain the whole world but lose your own soul? Is anything worth more than your soul? {Matthew 16} Some days my soul feels stretched like dough, enlarged and translucent,
“if we don’t feel the death, do we feel the resurrection?”
Life’s been hell these last several months, turned up-side-down as they say, whoever they are — although heart-inside-out-and-shred-like-spaghetti might be more like it. I know this might seem melodramatic to you who read the more