She hath wings

I cannot get it out of my head. It was a little phrase carefully placed in the sermon last Sunday, referring to the well known masterpiece from Le Miserables, ” I Dreamed A Dream”. A very familiar song which I first heard as a young teen, I have sung it with much emotion over the years and appreciated hearing it performed by professionals who could move me to tears. However, it is not my song. The words are not true for me, not will they ever be.

My family had loved ones torn away, we were thrust into a permanently uncomfortable limelight and we were sent into a tailspin, but we are still standing, by the grace of God. My health and strength was altered permanently with the diagnosis of CFS in my final year of highschool. Hope cannot be killed.

As Christians, we believe that we will see our loved ones again. We know that the reality of brokenness that we live through will not be the ultimate end. One day Christ will wipe away every tear.

This week, the world was shell-shocked by the death of Charlie Kirk, and its sadness far more reaching than our own story of grief. Little children, not even of school age yet, lost their Daddy in the most horrific way. Yet Erika is still standing. Of course she will have to work through trauma and grief upon grief for the rest of her life. Death was not the end though. Hers and Charlie’s dreams were founded on something more rock solid than circumstances can steal away. Life was senselessly wasted but God can and will restore hope, as it is based on the truth of Christ’s resurrection and His saving power, not a popularity vote or  success measured by human hands.