“Here’s to you my little loves with blessings from above … now let the day begin.”
A line from a song by The Call. They had a couple of semi-hits; this being from their biggest. The singer and bass player (Michael Been) had this big, booming, completely man voice … that could also, be extremely tender. He was always seemingly, searching his soul to find the links. The connect points between himself and the “good”. The good of his God … the good in others, etc.
I love searching for substance. Looking for the substantial in life and experiences. I love the search for truth. More than just appreciating or even having appetite for; I am compelled. It is simply, part of me to want to understand. To take an understanding to its utmost conclusion, possible … and then see it tested. I love to see a belief tested or challenged. If proven false … I profit … if confirmed … I profit. That reads so matter-of-fact; but in reality … the in-betweens can be devastating. The experiences that test our faith … hack at our foundations … punch us until we feel we just can’t stand any longer … or don’t want to — can be more painful and draining than words might convey.
How many people go about their day carrying the weight of life, on their shoulders and longing for a genuine place of rest? God … is good. I could capitalize that Good and slap on an exclamation mark and add not one thing to the simplicity and surety of the fact that He is good. There is nothing more refreshing … nothing more comforting … nothing … more uplifting, encouraging, healing, liberating … saving … than the awareness … of His goodness.
Psalm 9:17-19 – “For the needy will not always be forgotten; nor the hope of the afflicted perish forever.”
Hope is a “many-splendored thing”. It seemed sometimes that I had hoped for years … to simply, have hope. Reason to believe I could have hope. Not faith to believe, as I had that. But the tangible, physical, observable, palpable reason to taste that hope. I have the genuine taste of hope in my mouth that I haven’t tasted, in a very long time. I don’t know what it means — but this hope is the most precious gift I can imagine. For the first time, in a very long time … I have the present expectation … that today … even tomorrow’s todays … will be good.
So many thoughts of “new” crowd my mind. I am grateful to God for “new.” So … in no cliché manner do I say, … let the day begin. “!”
