Unfolding year before us. Already scheduled with best-laid plans that can so quickly come apart. Scatter.
The unexpected changes calendars. Disrupts orderly lives. Next steps.
A look back at the past year is case-in-point.
Unfolding year before us. Already scheduled with best-laid plans that can so quickly come apart. Scatter.
The unexpected changes calendars. Disrupts orderly lives. Next steps.
A look back at the past year is case-in-point.
Motionless. I sit. In sunlight. Stilled by loss and grief spilling across screens and down streets. Through personal stories of friends and strangers. Hard and sad.
Bitter wounds. Raw pain rooted deep. Laid bare.
Motionless. I wait. Stilled by the scale of it. What are we to do? Hands rest, palms up.
Eyes lifted to open sky between tall trees.
Wordless cry to the One I trust.
The wilderness soundtrack sounds like desert thirst. Barren field. Little fruit.
We sit in a conference with workers from some of those fields. Where the gospel has been sung. Refrain after refrain.
To no response.
Their voices strain at the chords. Lament in the place of veiled hearts. Where darkness is palpable.
I remember. The struggle to keep singing in the land where captives remained captive. Hearts closed to the One and Only.