Roll away the stone from my heart
Let me meet you and clasp your hands in the garden
I won’t let go of hope
Your story follows deepest sorrow with unending joy
Let it be my story too
I believe it will be my story too
I’ve been part of two Easter services today. Standing around the bonfire, I looked out to see the clouds split and the sea giltter in return, just for a moment. This evening, a picture of a magnolia tree in flower reminded us that while life can feel cold and bleak summer will come.
My faith often feels like longing. Today I will rest in knowing that there are many seasons of life, but summer will indeed come.