If hope is the thing with feathers, then new beginnings are the tiny eggs in our heart’s nest.
Emily Dickenson’s descriptor of hope conjures up images of wings fluttering in the winds of change; wings attached to an invisible something felt in the soul, a something you hold onto when circumstances take a turn for the worst.
“JoDee, I’ve got a little nest for you.” Mom cupped the spindly nest in her hands, twigs interwoven with threads, down, and yarn. “I knew you’d appreciate this.”
She handed me the nest with the four miniature brown-dabbled eggs nestled next to one another. I gingerly placed it into a small plastic box for a safe ride home.
“Ahhhh, this is amazing,” I sighed. I wondered whether the nest had been abandoned or plucked away from an expectant mother bird, but I didn’t have the courage to ask or the desire to hear the true story.
My mother’s words returned to me this morning as I admired the nest. The baby-blue eggs made me think of new beginnings.
New beginnings are like tiny eggs hidden in those places so deep within. New beginnings encase promises of better times, dreams coming true, paths never pondered, bad circumstances changing in our favor.
Yet what if the nest has been abandoned? What if the feathers of hope do not rest sweetly on that something solid in your soul, something that makes you want to live another day, something that you cannot frame with words?
He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Revelations 21:5
He is the creator and keeper of all new beginnings. We need only to watch and wait for the tiny eggs inside of us to crack with a fine line of new direction. We need only to wait for the shell of the usual to ever so gently pull apart. We need only to watch as His sovereign plans for us emerge.
So if you are protecting a little nest that has been abandoned by hope, remember there is One who can make all things new!
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