I have had this empty, old frame forever. It is painted gold and has beautiful carvings adorning it that have been chipped by age and carelessness. One of the corners is no longer flush.
The last one is a sweet painting by 'Ellen' (and again I wonder who she is). This picture reminds me of joy. It is happy. Paint dances upon canvas (you can feel the daisy petals) and it is perfect in its imperfection (because nothing here is perfect).
So, tonight I took the picture that reminds me of joy and placed it inside the empty frame of hope.
It may seem silly, but while I am waiting, I need this visual representation of joy within hope, covered by grace. I need to be joyful in hope, patient in affliction and faithful in prayer (Romans 12:12).
Without Jesus, we are all just empty frames...
Linking up with Emily and imperfect prose on Thursdays... http://canvaschild.blogspot.com/