I pass you on the street. You sit in front of me in class. Behind me. Beside me. Across the way.
I listen to you teach. I watch you smile and laugh and I notice the words you choose.
I see your pictures on Facebook and read your posts. Sad. Happy. Angry. Questioning. Alone. Hopeless.
And I wonder.
Do you have the same hope as I? When I discover that you don’t, through the things you say that reveal your heart, my heart hurts. Because it isn’t just hope that I have.
That there is a purpose for your life. That you have a soul, a spirit, within you which will never fade. That you are known … Every thought and heartache and question and decision. And that you are loved. So completely.
As you meet my eyes for an instant, I think that I, if only for a moment, understand. I see. And I want you to see what I see…. to know what I know.
Of a Love that reaches into the deepest part of you, and makes it new. Of a Love that recreates you. Gives you purpose. Meaning. Truth. Of a Love that never leaves you.
Can I speak to you of it? Just this once?
If you’ve tried a thousand things … Or have been too afraid to try even one … I promise you this is different.
It will change your life. Forever.
I’ve been working with a man from the UK over the past few months, assisting him in the area of ghostwriting and editing. I finished a project for him this past week and sent a report. In response I got a note from him that his brother just died unexpectedly.
What do you say in response to something like that? All I could tell him was that I would be praying for him. I am, and I will. Me and the kids stopped right there to pray for him and his family and friends.
It’s been 14 years to the day since my best friend died, and still sometimes I wonder what life would be like if she had stayed. Would she have married? Would we be comparing notes about motherhood or writing? Your life is never exactly the same when you lose someone close. Those things that could have been never will be, and it hurts. I pray that my client in the UK finds peace and comfort, and that his brother is in a better place … a place of light and love and beauty.
The song I’m sharing today has recently become one of my favorites. It makes me think of Heaven … the beautiful. It’s one of those songs where I can close my eyes and just listen to it over and over again. Today, the song is my prayer for my friend, for his brother. That the chaos be made a chorus. That His love and mercy covers all.
Take me into the Beautiful.
Some songs I hear seem to merge into my being, and it becomes a theme of sorts during that stage in my life.
Other songs, rather than fitting into a stage of my life, seem to expand and actually be part of the overall theme of my life.
That’s the case with this song. My husband bought me a Sidewalk Prophets CD when we saw them perform at the Rock ‘N’ Worship Roadshow in 2012. We would listen to the CD in the car, and I never listened closely to the words of this song until one day I heard the phrase while I was driving:
When did love become unmoving?
When did love become unconsuming?
For some reason it struck a chord in me. Love isn’t meant to be either of those … but so often it is. So I listened closer and the words of the whole song are amazing. On Thursday, I’ll try to write more about why the lyrics of the whole song seems to flow along with certain recurring themes of my life.
Listen to the song. Think of how it pieces together with your experiences of love, life, faith, and the Father.
When I watched this video, I wondered how many dollars I’ve spent. How many thousands even. Without changing much in the world.
What a different world we would live in if each dollar were spent to make a difference in some way.
Perhaps with a smile at the checkout stand or a word of encouragement. We can’t see into the hearts of each person we interact with every day, but we still know who they are, don’t we?
A soul looking for purpose.
A heart in need of love.
A life, just like ours, that could always be reminded of who we are: beloved.