The hard hasn’t really let up. A fellow worker lies in a coma in a French hospital, a city I love is still hurting, and family hearts are discouraged. But last Thursday a moment of intense beauty made my heart soar. Plans went awry at Chrysalis due to absent leaders, and in a the necessary switch that followed, the team decided to sing worship songs instead. Armed for battle (see previous post) and with newly made-up song actions, the Middle Schoolers absolutely came alive! It was a declaration of hope to my soul, and I’ve probably watched the videos I took a million times already. Here’s a snippet:
The Lord, in his kindness, allowed that Chrysalis to minister to me perhaps more than to the kids. From the game time to the singing to the message a Senior gave about letting our Maker define our identity to the debrief afterwards, it all reminded me of what really matters, of what the true story is that I'm living out. It isn't funerals or corruption or suffering or even death. It's the story of Jesus beyond the grace. It's trading my sorrows for a story with a good ending.
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