Faith

Hope

Worship is usually the first thing we do at church.  And usually, I stand for the songs.  This Sunday I started off that way with a strong desire to sit by the end of the first song.  And there I remained until communion which immediately followed.  Maybe it was just sitting there being soaked in everyone's worship but as the time of communion unfolded, the sitting position wasn't cutting it and as the tears rolled, all I wanted to do was use the more than 6' between me and the stranger down the pew, to lay down and remain there for an unset amount of time in which hours didn't seem to be enough.

I didn't do that, though the pull to do so was so inviting!  Urges came that made me think I was going to throw all caution to the wind and just do it!  The tears though were a steady stream and by the end of the communion time when the last song was starting, they proved to be enough release to put me back on my feet.   

I was driving back from dropping H at school this morning and the nest in that first pic caught my eye.  This tree is in my front yard and I've driven by it who knows how many times and never noticed the beauty of this one branch that this morning seemed to be dominantly sticking out to me.  My soul flooded with the word "faith".

Later in the morning, I was cleaning this glass table that finally reached a level of finger prints, dust, and cat paws that I just couldn't take any longer and the black candle on the table held 3 unused wicks.  As I lit them, the word "hope" came. 

Faith and Hope - two words I sometimes can't tell apart and then throw Love in there, noted as the greatest, and that whole verse just sends out too much power for earthly deciphering.  But experiencially, I've found them to wildly present during life's dark seasons.   An unmistakable light that shines bringing peace that surpasses.

Even the darkness will not be dark to you; 

the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 

Psalm 139:12

 Love

Know You Will by Hillsong United

And when we cross that Jordan
Look back at where we've been
From all our chains
To endless praise
The story ends in You