Cam asked me to provide something for today. That’s a tall order. I’m no poet or writer. No artist or musician. I guess I could use someone else’s art. And I just thought, what is moving me?
Hope.
It has been a very difficult week for me. A week that is going to take some bouncing back from. It might be months. And so, you hang on to what you do have, don’t you?
Hope.
I was so grateful to our friends The Many for sharing Before We Have Hope with us on Sunday. ‘Grateful’ doesn’t come close. ‘Broken’ might be better. These words:
Before you have hope,
deep hope,
not cheap hope,
you must first listen to the truth of your own secret sorrows and sins.
Name the unspeakable within you.
Criminal and saint,
tax collector and Pharisee,
broken and whole,
lost and found
Both.
All.
All at the same time.
So, I carry ‘hope’. Put one boot in front of the other. And walk this path.
I wonder at the sunset.
I inhale the crisp air.
I see my own breath.
I dream about what’s down that valley.
And let the tears come.
Thank God for hope.
