This song has been in my head a lot recently. I wrote it more than a decade ago. I remember sitting on the back porch in our first house, looking up at the rich blue of late evening while it got too dark to see. It was a darkness that wasn’t dark. It was like a sea of blue coating everything around—dying the whole world some translucent indigo. I suppose our vision is always colored in some way. Perhaps seeing the blueness of our endings is a good way to see.
Here’s a blessing to take with you this week:
May you find that
your brokenness is no shame,
your weakness is no burden,
your uncertainty is not a lack,
and your heartache is not unnoticed,
for you are beloved.
May you know that love
that does not overlook,
but looks deeply,
that does not seek perfection
except to perfectly love,
and that welcomes you
into this glorious mystery.
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