Ecc 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to mourn and a time to dance.
Pain, like no other place perhaps, is where our stories are written, where our art is born, our canvases brushed, our memories composed. Though we so often want to deny the discomfort, suffering is one of the few things that can lead us to the place where we find the God we so desperately long for. In this place of mourning, in our walk through the valley of the shadow of death, He is with us.
In our greatest need, he sees us. When we make it through this valley, when we find hope and comfort, we can finally dance. In this spacious place, so wide open you can't help but be wild and free knowing you made it through. Knowing the Lord has brought you out of this mourning, into dancing.
There is a time to mourn and a time to dance.Pain, like no other place perhaps, is where our stories are written, where our art is born, our canvases brushed, our memories composed. Though we so often want to deny the discomfort, suffering is one of the few things that can lead us to the place where we find the God we so desperately long for. In this place of mourning, in our walk through the valley of the shadow of death, He is with us.
In our greatest need, he sees us. When we make it through this valley, when we find hope and comfort, we can finally dance. In this spacious place, so wide open you can't help but be wild and free knowing you made it through. Knowing the Lord has brought you out of this mourning, into dancing.
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