Decorated Chocolate Heart box

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune -without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson~

I really cherish a poetry book my sister, Amy, gave me when I was a teen and one of those favorite poems was Hope by Emily Dickinson. My dad even gave me a birthday card one year with this poem on it and I still have it to this day! I am really glad that my husband got a great job last week closer to home, we were really holding on to the hope that he would be able to spend more time with the family and that prayer was answered last week! I do think Hope is sweeter in the storm because you hold on tighter to it and it becomes much more to us!