"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but
when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life."
I woke up this morning with this verse embedded in my mind and it wouldn't go away. I have pondered it all day long. I have read it over and over in my Bible and have researched the meaning of every word contained therein in the Websters 1828 Dictionary. In doing my research I even discovered the above painting by Charles West Cope!
I don't really know the purpose in all this, but know that this is for someone. To anyone who might be reading this right now whose hope [desire of some good, accompanied with at least a slight expectation of obtaining it, or a belief that it is obtainable] has been deferred [delayed; put off; postpone to a future time], fret not!
"...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" (Psalm 30:5).