In the Shadow of His Wing

The last few hours, days, weeks- my heart is heavy. There is so much turmoil and as my sister put it “the world seems so unstable.” Dallas, Nice, Sudan, a little girl and her mother in our own backyard. A myriad of tragedies that I don’t even know about.

The world is a broken place. I often feel overwhelmed by the gravity of the pain and destruction- and so often remain quiet on social media and here on my blog- because I don’t know what can be said to comfort those who mourn, or that a picture can really help. I feel at a loss of how to fight for what is right, or be kind enough, loving enough, have the right response that won’t offend someone.

This morning I lift my eyes up, to the mountains, where does my help come from? My help comes from the maker of the heavens and the earth. This is the only place I find peace again, hope again, faith again that humanity can rise and live in love.

art work by Ruth of Gracelaced

When my heart is afraid, I find the everlasting peace of a Father whose love flows deeper than any hate. A Son whose life and death dissolves the divisions and fear that so tightly bound us, and instead offer unity, freedom and family.

Oh, that I may live in His love. To love Him, love myself, and love neighbours as much as I would value my own life. That together we may grasp His love. A love that defies the hate of this world.

-Miss Ash