A Song And A Sunrise

It's a new song playing on the radio, the lyrics, the melody, they still your soul and you have no choice but to pull the car over to the side of the road. And breathe. Just ragged breathe.The heart beats right quick as the words, they ring out, giving voice to your own fear and pain, and you know right down deep this song will be on repeat for days, maybe years,

Maybe when God says no, to my own requests for relief, for healing, and for unanswered prayer for other suffering souls, perhaps a little help comes disguised as a song. Even if the circumstances remain unchanged, and the pain steals into the night, burrowing into your soul like a festering wound, He hears, He listens, He knows, and He will make a way out.

And when that first taste of spring kisses your cheek, or when a blazing orange eastern horizon forces you to grab your husband and run outside in your pajamas to drink it in, thirstily, greedy with thanksgiving, these right then are glimpses of His bent ear. Music and sunrises, a crack in the door, keep looking, don't give up.

So I crank up the volume, sing stronger, even flex the trust muscles a wee bit more. And I keep an unwavering watch out. For even if He doesn't heal the pain, even if I limp the rest of the way to the finish line, I won't stop the life-pumping praising. Gratitude ushers in the miracle.

#don'tevergiveup