And then I realize it. This isn’t just a random song. I am seeing it played out. It is real. It is true. It is called M.I.R.A.C.L.E. This life in this dim room. This worship coming from lips that were once frozen. These toys dug out of the closet where they were locked away from laughter and love.
I never understood why He said that. Why did He say she was sleeping? Because we who mourn can know that it is as if they are only sleeping. They are not here with us. But they are not gone forever. They have not ceased to exist. We are separated, but the barrier is thinner than we might think. The time may seem to creep by with all the aching, but we will look back on it as the blinking of an eye. And even in the slow, painful seconds, He is making all things new. He is carefully holding the broken, hidden places to His chest. And He is breathing out life like a daddy blows out kisses. Because ultimately he has made us free from death. And free from the chains. And He is making all things new. Until the day when He will raise the dead!
|Makiah's surprise when she got the doll house for her 3rd birthday.|