I heard her sing the prayer in a movie and the words opened my heart up wide. I ask one of my friends, who is Jewish, to sing it for me and he says at his synagogue they only speak the words.
“I was the worst student in Hebrew class,” he says. But he tells me what the words mean. He tells me about their tradition. I google the scene from the movie and all week long I sing the prayer to myself.
And when she talks to me about dying, how tired she is of living in an unheeding body wracked with pain, and she turns her face away from me in shame…the prayer is all I have to give her. And she grabs my hand tight and we are silent and we sit with her pain. Because He is the God of sorrow and pain– God of all.
And this week, when Lucy Mae and I head out to the beach in the morning, the moon is still smiling high in the sky. The sun knows just the right time to wave her amber flag but these moments just before—they are my favorite. Scattered sparks of light rest on lapping waves and the horizon is tinged with rose. I sing the words out over the ocean and lift my arms high in the air.
He is the God of all this.
So must trust Him with the rest of it.
How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.
And with Lindsay for Messy Mondays!