Hope lamented, two soggy days of tears--
Hope awaiting grief-laden arms' anointing--
Hope gone missing, angels in His stead--
Hope speaks my name--
Hope lives.
You turned my lament into dancing;
You removed my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
so that I can sing to You and not be silent.
LORD my God, I will praise You forever (Psalm 30:11-12, HCSB).
Exploring today with the Holy Experience community what it means to live Easter. . .
and with the Imperfect Prose community how God redeems our brokenness. . .
and with Melanie's encouragement festival. . .
