love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear:
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
-ee cummings, who is my favorite poet, via Parker Fitzgerald, who inspires me.
One of the things I love about God is that believing him means that every story is a redemption story. That means that all the broken fragments of life may be just that, but though they feel
they will not remain so forever. Sometimes that’s hard to see, but this has everything to do with who God is. It has everything to do with the value he placed on humanity (and the world he called good) by infusing us with love. That said, choices, good and bad, come with consequences attached, good and bad. And sometimes the bad is really, really bad.
I love redemption stories, though, because the way redemption takes place- by the hand of a God who is love personified- transforms not just the life of the one being redeemed but the lives of everyone around the one too. I think about that from time to time and am grateful for the hand of God in my story. And I get excited about who he is in the world.
Sometimes I forget to remember that. Sometimes, though, there are nights like tonight, when I catch a glimpse and have a memory and the combination is sureness of love and eager (a hungry kind of wonderful eager) hope. That we get to live life with this as our story? Goodness overflows.