When all around is noise and sound I can abide.
When death abounds and fear is found I can speak life.
In whatever moment, day or year I find myself I want this to be my choice, and my story.
“We look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”
This isn’t a burying of one’s head in the sand, a pretence that pain isn’t real and that suffering isn’t grievous. This acknowledges that awful truth and yet still calls us to a quiet within, to a joy that transcends. To a hidden sanctuary of peace and hope that remains undaunted in a world that would try to snatch it at any moment.
Let this be my unwavering posture in the year to come, whatever it may look like.
