I’ve never considered myself to be an “artsy” type. The older I’ve gotten though, the more I value creating and practicing the arts. When I was growing up, my love for sports always came before piano practice. My artwork was always considered average by the art teacher, and I never won a coloring contest or had my picture chosen to represent anything extraordinary. That’s ok. I think early on, I realized that doing something artsy, was more of a blessing for myself than for others.
The tears came and that’s ok. I needed to let them out. I’m healing, but I’m not healed. Mother’s Day was a reminder that I won’t get what my heart truly longs for until we’re ALL together in heaven.
Because of those songs, I learned some very valuable promises of God and experienced watching the joy on my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles faces as we sang about heaven someday.
I’ve been wondering
As I’ve been pondering
The things that you must know
Once you’ve stepped through
Once you break through
To heaven, now your home.
When you’ve watched someone face their own mortality, it truly changes you. I’ve shared before that suddenly what used to be important is no longer important. It’s a quick filter for realizing quickly what is eternal, and what isn’t. I’ve been feeling convicted lately about something.
The glowsticks have become a way for us to symbolize you and the light that you shined. We hope to keep your glow going. Thank you for inspiring us and showing us how one willing heart can have an impact on a whole community of people. We’re excited to formally announce today…..
In the quiet
Dead on the inside
Still within my grief
You whisper to my broken heart…