I sat in the sunshine and stared off into the deeply blue sky…breathed in the freshness of fall…and thought,
Somewhere, someone’s world is falling apart.
On this beautiful, picture perfect autumn day. This day when I long to be outdoors, away from artificial light, away from deadlines, emails waiting to be answered, work needing to get finished. I sat and let my heart breath autumn. But the thought persisted…
Somewhere, on this beautiful, perfect day, someone’s world is falling apart.
Death…a young girl waiting to die, broken…families falling apart, hurt…kids living in desperation, devastation…earthquakes that leveled lives, war…men who hate and kill..and even His people who have chosen to do business with the world…people who love darkness instead of light.
All over the world, on this, my perfect day, the world is falling apart.
And my heart couldn’t take it anymore. I closed my eyes and poured out my soul to the only One who can put it all back right again.
I asked for healing, I asked for peace, I asked for life. I asked for hearts of stone to be turned to hearts of flesh. I asked for courage for myself to always live the life that isn’t safe, so that I may be the light in this dark world that is falling apart.
I prayed for Truth to not be silent. I prayed for those who claim Christ to proclaim Christ, not just in word on Sunday mornings but in the dirt and cracks of the other days too. I prayed for love to speak louder than hate. I prayed the light for those who live in darkness.
On this perfect day with deeper skies of blue than I have ever seen…
Somewhere, someone’s world is falling apart. Our broken world is falling apart and we don’t even know.
And I prayed God’s grace in the midst of all the rubble, all the destruction, in all the hurt and broken places. And on my perfect day, this broken day, I prayed God’s light would cut through the dark, through the hurt, through the pain. I asked for clarity in the confusion. I asked for broken to be made whole again.