Peace snuck up on me as She snuggled in for her bottle and The Three lounged around us on the couch in various stages of planes/rockets/landing pads construction. You said, "See? See how full your heart can be? This is of me." And from the seed of peace was born a fragile sprout of joy.
My heart wavers, but my feet stand solidly upon this confession: You bestow a crown of beauty for these ashes, joy for this mourning, and praise for this despair. You are Redeemer and this grief is not the one grief you cannot redeem.
I will not be shaken. May my heart join me up here on this Rock so that we may sing for joy.
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