In your deep pain, you thought you’d never experience joy again.

But grief doesn’t get the last word. I do.

I will give you a picture of what my triumph looks like.

Imagine twirling from note to note on the clouds, your feet playing music on a xylophone of colors with the angels.

As you dance, each toe tickles the melody, and the music taps at your heart.

Let it in.

Inhale a mist of sweet sounds, a warm and healing drizzle of song and love.

Let your feet touch the crescendo of sweet music. Dance to my songs of life and hope.

Be restored, my dear. Be encouraged.

In this moment, I lift you from the darkness of loss to remind you that you don’t journey alone. I am with you.

Even in your pain, sing with me. I will set you free.

See, God has come to save me.

I will trust in him and not be afraid.

The Lord God is my strength and my song;

he has given me victory.

Isaiah 12:2