If January 2020 was record-breaking for longest month in history, feeling like 32 weeks at least, February 2020 must have its own superlative beyond literally being the shortest. Did a whole month even happen? Perhaps it is simply the juxtaposition that’s to blame for my current state of whiplash, or the gazillion meetings that popped up last week. Perhaps it was that ONE disappointing almost snow day that broke my heart. (Have you ever been a teacher that has faced your students on a day when you prepared them to be out for snow? Scary, y’all.) Alas, here we are on February 29, getting an extra day to hang out with the w i n t e r months.
One of my favorite songs from a few years back popped into my head this week. I like it when that happens and tend to think it’s not coincidental. The songwriters Lisa and Michael Gungor wrote,
All around hope is springing up from this old ground/ Out of chaos life is being found in you/
You make beautiful things/ You make beautiful things out of the dust/
You make beautiful things/ You make beautiful things out of us/
Quite a bit of dust has settled over January and February. Loss and pain have touched all sides of the people around me in a relatively short amount of time. Unfair on top of unfair. Layers of dust on top of dust. But in the middle of it, I have seen resounding strength reverberate in the darkest of places. For the love of community and family and the promise of Jesus, perseverance keeps happening. Healing keeps coming. Spring keeps coming. So, I am waiting with anticipation for the beautiful things for all of us - the new things we don’t know about yet, the present things that we don’t always notice, and the old things that might have been swept under the rug.
I’m going to start here:
With beautiful family…beautiful new love...beautiful bravery. The dust is good.
May you find so many blessings in March.