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

So when you are

on the mountain top

do not hold back

But there are seasons that feel defined by the waiting. Waiting on the Lord.

Whether it be for clarity, for an answer, for direction, or for a seemingly earned reward.

But there are postures to waiting.

Proclaim Truth at the top of your lungs

That those sanding I. The valley will hear the melody

And not only will they be given a song to sing into the darkness

But it will lead them home

The night was silent

or so it is said

As the Heaven’s waited in anticipation

Much of the world had given up waiting