For all that is wrong with this world.
For all that is hard about life.
For all that scars us and makes us want to hide.
And makes us want to scream.
There are simple, happy pumpkin patches.
Drippy, sticky artwork smeared to life by little hopeful hands.
Tender souls who take the time to make the small feel safe.
The breathless beauty of a changed season and traces of faithfulness in every sunset-kissed leaf.
It doesn’t erase the aches.
It doesn’t right every wrong, answer all the questions, retract the years.
It doesn’t make the way any less of a battle.
But even so …
With our knees to the ground, eyes fighting through the mist …
Our hearts can be assured …
Goodness still wins.
Joy still triumphs.
Light still pierces the darkness.
Still, there is grace to breathe in.
Still, there is praise to breathe out.
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. ~ John 16:33