Sometimes twinkle lights don’t make a dent in the darkness that surrounds us.
But in God’s sovereignty at the end of the darkest season, we celebrate the Light.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
“In this life you will have trouble, but fear not, I have overcome the world.”
This world and the part we play in it is beautiful. Yes, there is brokenness, but I want to look for the beauty of our redemption in it. The Lord has made all things new, even as He is in the process of making us new.
Join me in looking for the beauty in life through thoughts and poems. I am so glad you are here.
Sometimes twinkle lights don’t make a dent in the darkness that surrounds us.
But in God’s sovereignty at the end of the darkest season, we celebrate the Light.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
The night was silent
or so it is said
As the Heaven’s waited in anticipation
Much of the world had given up waiting
The silence had dragged on
Longer than they had hoped
And hope became more of a wish than a promise
Please stay a little longer summer
Let them stay little a few more days
Because who knows how big they will be
when you return
The same spot on the calendar
Yet altogether different
Over the past weekend, for whatever reason, I ended up taking each kid on an errand solo. This was not an intentional “one in one time” solo date. It was purely for survival, making the most out of screen time for one or naptime for the other.
And yet
When hope is lost
Mind, heart, and body
Friends that stick closer than a brother
All waste away
Enough, all day every day
I hate the word enough
But it is the soundtrack of my life
The search for enough
So while God is a God of order and peace, He might use what we perceive as chaos to remind us that we cannnot manufacture our own outcomes in life. That we are not the ultimate authority in what happens to us.
“Oh death, where is your sting?” This phrase has been echoing in my mind this Easter season. Now more than ever, I understand the true sting of death. The sting does not feel lessened. And yet, we approach the celebration of when death was defeated.
Oh death
Where is your sting?
Felt in flesh and heart
But not in soul
There is beauty in a sunrise
And also beauty in the clouds
Spring comes with new blooms
And just as many rainy days