Tonight, we were driving to celebrate a good friend's birthday. We wanted to flip the script of sadness and weariness and celebrate. It had been a hard day for each of us, for different reasons. We knew that a lot of our friends were struggling, too. The rainy, rainy sky made all of the darkness feel heavier.
We started the car ride listening to this song.That's the beauty of hope. It's able to shine right through the darkness. Hope takes every awful circumstance and confidently declares "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THIS WAY."
For you have been my hope, Sovereign LORD,
my confidence since my youth.
From birth I have relied on you;
you brought me forth from my mother's womb.
I will ever praise You. --Psalm 71:5-6 NIV
I think the emotions we process tonight are larger than prose. It's why my soul resonates with a song, with a psalm. This, then, is my ode to hope:
So here we stand,
claiming power in the name of the God who has always been.
We claim power in the defeat of death forever.
Beau keeps reminding me not to be afraid of the Darkness,
but stare it in the face and boldly claim my identity as a Child of the Light.
I'm struggling. I'm grieving. I'm so sad and so angry, often simultaneously.
And God can only ever be GOOD.
That's how hope wins.
God is always good.
The battles are always temporary.
The struggles will always be resolved,
for God is larger than my story
and promises
life
forever.
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