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[May. 16th, 2011|11:30 pm]
Mi$$y America
Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

Maybe I'm totally late to the party here, but in the past month I have discovered Mumford and Sons and haven't stopped listening since. I have not felt this deeply connected to lyrics since Anathallo about four years ago. It just makes sense to my heart.

The other night my husband and I bought sat in our bedroom and cried. Maybe I shouldn't tell the internet that, but really I think I have only Serenity and Bianca who read this, and you guys should know, my husband cries sometimes. It's okay to cry. Especially because though we were crying over different things, it was ultimately the brokenness of the world that had left us feeling so wounded. So much that there were not words, only tears. And then the song above popped in my mind. And then the scripture:

"You will be hearing of wars and rumors of wars. See that you are not frightened, for those things must take place, but that is not yet the end. "-Matthew 24:6


Amen? Amen. Amen?

Sometimes that reality fills me with such great hope and others, such great despair.

And when the despair is all but taking me under I wish it were as easy for me to remember this scripture:
"But now Christ has been raised from the dead, the first fruits of those who are asleep.For since by a man came death, by a man also came the resurrection of the dead."-1 COR 15:20-21

and a little bit of Psalm 30, 31, and 32.

and maybe finish it off with a little more of Mumford; remembering that after I get over my hill, I'll find grace in my heart and flowers in my hair. And it will be more than I will ever be able to fathom here, in the brokeness, and that is OK. It will all be OK because brokeness doesn't win.