The birds outside my window sing fortissimo this morning, like they’ve been storing up their song for a while. Like they know last week was long and held cause to pause.
I know how they feel. I bet you do, too.
We don’t get everything right in this country, but this we do: When tragedy hits us square in the jaw, our strengths blast brighter than any weakness. The heartbeat of our nation is the people inside it, and when evil touches some of us, we all mourn with those who mourn.
We are helpers, not hinderers.
Some people will use their free will to push evil onto open city streets or closed-in hiding places. But in the end, evil doesn’t get the final say. Sometimes Hope pulls back a corner and sometimes Hope charges forward with floodlights. Either way, evil comes to a grinding halt and we rejoice with those who rejoice.
Hope brings a new song.
May you hear it strong this new week.
Sing God a brand-new song!
Earth and everyone in it, sing!
Sing to God—worship God!
~ Psalm 96: 1-2 The Message
Bev Duncan @ Walking Well With God says
All I can say, Kristen, is “Amen!”
Blessings to you girl,
Oh yes! It is hard to hope when this sort of thing happens – evil seems so loud and obnoxious and threatening. But hope, as you said so well, sings fortissimo! Love that thought. I’ll hold it close.
Me too, Maureen. xo
Elise Daly Parker says
Today in my Moms In Prayer group we praised God because He is good, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Our hope is in Him alone. Bless you!
That’s a good word for me, Elise. Thank you.
What a beautiful reflection, Kristen. Thank you!!
I love how we all come together strong after something like this. Not that I want something like this to happen, but there is blessings in the coming together.
Exactly, Lisa. Exactly.
I like the Mr. Rogers quote that I heard. When bad things happen, we can look for the helpers. There are always people who are helping. I have shared that idea with my kids because it is so easy to focus on the bad people or the bad thing that happened. Birds are singing in the snow this morning…definitely a sound of hope.
I heard that quote for the first time only recently. A very appropriate word for the events of last week. And yep ~ the birds are still singing in the snow here, too. Hope reigns.
Thank you, Amy.