November 11, 2006

stairwell accompaniment:Snow Patrol

Today my heart feels like a pincushion of beauty and affliction.
And somehow I fall into laughter, embarrassed by the grace of it all, by the character of my Lord and God. We are loved. And this joy, this joy is no mere sentiment – it is so much bigger than that. So much bigger than nostalgia, so big that it clothes all our grieving and doubts and thirsty dreams. This joy is a story. It’s a story that will enchant the memories of my children and their children after that. A story planted in the nature of our God. Now and tomorrow, this is our hope.


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