Thursday, March 6, 2014


painting #8 "hope" 3/4/14

Emily Dickinson calls it
 "that thing with feathers that perches in the soul."

And this little bird, he looks like hope to me.

I sent this painting off in the mail yesterday and on the back I wrote these two verses:

Philippians 1:3 "I thank my God in all my remembrance of you,"
Philippians 1:6 "And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."

The first verse was mine to that person, the second was the verse that this person had said to me sometime back.

In Emily's poem she goes on to say, "And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird - That kept so many warm -"

Some days it feels like that little hope bird in my soul has been abashed and yes that storm is sore.  It blows and it rages and it leaves me tattered and torn and wondering what progress am I making? Where is my good?  How can I ever get from here to complete?

Then hope starts singing, his voice no longer hushed by the winds that blow, and his voice is reminiscent of the person who will receive this painting and the tune he sings carries the words of that verse.....

"I am sure of this, I am SURE," 
and the tune gets louder, 
"YES!  He, He who began a good work in you," 
oh the sweetness of his song, 
"I am SURE that He will bring it to completion." 
and on he sings, 
"You will be complete and it will be good and He will bring you there."  

I can feel those wings flutter and stir within a warm and peaceful breeze of assurance, because of that verse that brings hope.  The hope that I am a work in progress and that until the end I will continue progressing. The hope that a good work is being worked in me, has been being worked all along, and it will continue to be worked until the day that Jesus comes.  The hope that the work is indeed good.

Can you hear hope friends, can you hear it singing, or do your storms drown out the song?  The hope song is for you as well, it is a much yours as it is mine.  When the winds start to die down listen, listen, listen for the melody, a good work is being worked in you.  You are loved.  You are deeply loved and it is His love that will bring us to completion. 

*If this little bird helps to bring you hope and reminds you that you are loved then you have my permission to download, print,  or share him via social media, because hope is for everyone.*


  1. I love the hope bird and this analogy, Karen. :) Thank you.

  2. Thank you Trudy and you are welcome.

  3. This, all of this, just makes me want to sing more...

    I love where you are going. I love that, even in the throes of the storm that still rages on, you are tucked away and heading towards hope. You will get there, indeed, and it will be beautiful. And along the way? A different kind of beautiful. A different kind of grace.

    Love you.

  4. Karmen-So nice to meet you and see your work! I love birds, so your piece and your words to go with it were really inspiring to me. I'm going to download the picture, print it and use it as a spring decoration in my home. Thank you for being so generous.

  5. Amber, thank you. I would like to say though, that I am ready for some less stormy weather around insides could use some spring.

    Jacqui, so glad you stopped by and I am glad that my works and picture inspired you.

  6. I totally get that, Karmen. I want that for you, too. I look forward to some spring in both of our lives.


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