Finding breath and beauty amidst the storm

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In the morning

I am weary with the pain of Jacob’s wrestling
In the darkness with the fear, in the darkness with the fear
But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
So in the night, my hope lives on

Andrew Peterson, “In The Night

It’s so dark out! 😩”

I woke up two days ago and texted that to a friend at 7:13 a.m. And yes, I used that actual emoji.

October. Beautiful leaves. Bright orange pumpkins. Shorter, darker days.

And on that particular morning, it was not only predawn dark but pre-all-day-rain cloudy. Thus, very dark.

Colors 10 minutes ago,” my friend responded 10 minutes later along with this picture.

Looking hard for signs of life

I found a bench in the sun and waited for my friend to walk the labyrinth. I had walked it first and wanted to give her time alone in it. Once she finished, she sat on a bench across from me, and we shared our experiences, which in the same labyrinth were very different from each other’s. 

There were large, barren trees in a ring around us.  I wasn’t paying much attention to them but my friend commented on the one behind me, whose crooked branch I was sitting under.  She had been quietly assessing if it was a dead branch and the likelihood of it falling on my head.  But then she noticed very small buds on the tree and realized it was safer than it looked.  She said,

“You really have to look hard for life.”

May His face shine on you

Easter Sunday. Resurrection. Walking out of the tomb of sin and death and looking forward into new life. That’s what we just celebrated, right? But a notice about one of my posts from a year ago popped up on Facebook yesterday, and, after reading it, I thought we also need to look back and celebrate what we have survived. Not celebrate in a party and streamers sort of way, but at least mark it somehow, like a funeral celebrates a life.

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