Melodic strains of song streamed through the atmosphere, slicing through hardened hearts, the familiar words hitting their mark in a poignant new way. Open up my eyes to the things unseen. Show me how to love like you have loved me. A shiver ran through me as the reality of these words I’d heard countless times before sank into the depths of my spirit, still raw from the brokenness I had witnessed only weeks before. Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for your kingdom’s cause. I turned to my husband, usually so stoic, and with a shock saw tears endlessly streaming down his face. At the end of the service, as we walked out hand in hand, I asked him what had caused this uncharacteristic show of uncontrolled emotion. He paused a moment before replying, “I was thinking of my baby, and so many abandoned, unwanted babies in the world.”
“Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” –Thornton Wilder I sit here, next to my potted aloe plant, soaking in the symphony of raindrops against the fogged windowpane. My pen rests lazily between my fingers. The blank page stares back at me, waiting for congealed thoughts to make their way into smooth coherency. My mind drifts, escaping into the soothing rhythm of rainfall.