There’s a glory in the struggle,
There’s a triumph in the toil,
There’s a blessing in the trouble,
There’s a treasure in the spoil.
There’s an angel in the darkness.
There’s a devil in the dawn.
There’s a deep peace like a river.
There’s a song when hope is gone.
There’s a Face that says, “Forgiven.”
There’s a Person in the pain.
There’s a Hand stretched out from Heaven.
There’s a Heart that knows your name.
Hope is alive and deserves to be named
only inasmuch as it can find what some
might call the guts to take in hand those
faces its mob self would spit on or slap
or ridicule or judge and instead listen to
the soul of its lonely self and be the only
one in the crowd to hold them ’til there’s
no more hurt or hate or fear or crying as
the callous clique walks one by one away.
No matter where you start, you can head in the right direction.
The right direction for me today is to wake up grateful for another day of life, and the opportunities it holds to grow to be a better, more loving person. I will fail often, but I will try again.
I promise to condemn no one today; neither will I be condemned. Because today and every day, through nothing good I have done and despite all the bad I’ve done or good I’ve left undone, I am loved, forgiven, and bestowed a limitless supply of mercy and grace from my faithful Savior whom I know and love today more intimately and dearly than ever because of where He has led me, holding me up with His unseen hand. He’s been with me in the depths of shame and sorrow and the heights of joy and blessing.
I will be bold enough, courageous enough to say this to everyone. I bow my head in humility to this love that is so much stronger than anything I will ever have to face, and I’m not afraid of ever losing this love. Because that’s not possible.
And I honestly want to share it, first at home, then with the world’s family, through compassionate presence, language, action and leadership.
And it all starts with the knowledge that I am nothing without God’s love, mercy, grace and faithfulness. Nothing.
You are loved like this, as well. Everyone is. Let no one tell you otherwise.
This is my song today, and I have to sing it, because my heart is both full and empty at the same time.
Have a blessed Sunday.