A single red geranium lifting it’s brave face towards the shaded side of the room. The way the gentle January sunlight bathes the wooden kitchen floor. The fragrant floating of the tea leaves in the steaming water.

Look. They whisper. Here we are. Look. See the hopeful beauty that is adorning the mundane moments.

He is coming, and coming, and coming, and coming after you. In every sunset, in every snatch of birdsong In everything that stirs deep into you and makes you hungry for bigger things, eternal things. That is Him, pursuing you with tenderest grace. In the places so hard they wring your soul. In the places so beautiful they steal your breath. He is there, filling your soul, giving you breath.

Set the Stars Alight by Amanda Dykes

I am prompted to see the hands stretched out towards Jerusalem. See the tears that fall down His face as He weeps over the people He so badly wanted to gather in compassion. And prompted to wonder and to marvel at the Love that gave itself for us.

See the stars dancing in the sky and feel the wind in it’s freedom touch your face and hear the power of the thunder and know that the God who set them all in motion and gave them their existence is the God who came, born as the Son of Man to bring about our undeserved redemption.

These little moments of beauty are a gentle call to me to take hold of hope. Oh friend, it is alive. No matter how dark it gets, it cannot defeat the Light.

But the LORD abides forever;

He has established His throne for judgment, and He will judge the world in righteousness;

He will execute judgment for the peoples with equity.

The LORD also will be a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble;

And those who know Your name will put their trust in You, for You, O LORD, have not forsaken those who seek You.

Psalm 9:7-10

For the mending,

Josie