Listen, my child, to the breeze whistle through the branches. Do you hear the music in the air? Creation sings praises to me.
Lean into me, my love. I grant you a new day, a day of love and hope.
Take my hand and we will step into the melodies of new life.
I know you falter in your grief. You limp, but keep taking steps.
I never meant for humans to suffer death, but it happens in the brokenness of this world’s rebellion.
My heart leaps with joy as you discover hope despite shattered limbs, joy in the fallen rocks, purpose in each morning as you walk with me.
Let us find newness in this day.
But as for me, I will sing about your power. Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love. For you have been my refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress.
Psalm 59:17 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved.
