Monday, April 29, 2013

new things {hope for the dark days}

The weekend.

Full of bits of lovely and bursts of activity.

And my husband? He is the ultimate rock star. He works hard all day. And he spent his weekend going between wheelbarrow and tile saw, working on that ever long to do list.

The raised beds are done.

The tile is nearly there.

And the kitchen sink?

Oh my. I can't get enough of it.

Here's a little peek:

And now the week is here and my brain is spinning and I make lists to sort it all out.

And my mind wanders back to the windswept Saturday, full of work and sunshine and all five of us toiling side by side in the yard.

There is nothing like spring to bring us together, to build up hope, to put a loud exclamation mark on the last of winter whites and cold days. The thaw has finally come and we are relishing the glory of right now.

And in it I can't help but think that life is good. Mostly it's that God is good, and he has given us all good things.

Notice, that I didn't say that life is easy. Because it's really not, but God graces us with sunshine and flowers and earthworms and dirt. And I find myself smack dab in the middle of it and so, so grateful.

We sang the song Beautiful Things at church yesterday and I found myself overwhelmed at the hope of God making all things new. It's particularly poignant in the spring, when we see the evidence all around us. But even in the darkest of winter there is still of stirring of him, working on the unseen to make all things new. To make new things in me, to make me new. Better. More like him. He makes us all new. When we can't see the hope in our current mess. When we can't find the sunshine. When the bank said no. When the test was negative. Or positive. When the kid's won't stop fighting. There really is still hope. Even when things seem to be at their worst.

I think of that song and I sang the words and I was overwhelmed, gobsmacked, with hope.

All this pain

I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

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

Yes, he does. 

And he always will, because that's just how God is.

This week, in the middle of the lists and the chores and yeses and the no's, I will look with hope for the new things.

Won't you join me?


  1. your weekend sounds like our weekends.
    your man sounds like my man, who worked full days, then came home and tiled the kitchen for a few hours each night, and on weekend, so that i wouldn't have to kitchen in the bathroom any longer than necessary...
    and the kids working in the yard, and the husband giving himself up for me, that is my sunshine, flowers, earthworm, and dirt.



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