Genuinely hope you all are doing well as we head into a new week. I am fully prepared for autumn to commence! Bring on covering the bod with all types of warm materials.
This past weekend was filled with a whole lot of life-giving activity. I was able to see old friends from Warby Parker, sleep in till 10am, attend an outdoor Barre3 event with 150 other women, Facetime with family back home, watch TCU football (Go Frogs?), attend a housewarming party, and spend time with my small group. In fact, the picture above is one I snapped on my Sunday night walk. This weekend was my Nashville community coming to life in the best possible way, and was a sweet reminder of why I'm exactly where I need to be at the age of 25. I love this city!
Yet it felt incredibly wrong to be enjoying a sunny weekend in the midst of so much uncertainty and heartache with Hurricane Harvey, Irma, and Jose affecting millions of people. Not to mention the earthquake in Mexico and forest fires out West. So instead of trying to have the answers, I wanted to share with you all a prayer my pastor spoke in church on Sunday:
It's striking and it almost feels unfair and unjust that we are waking up on a beautiful day, a day that your creation is shining and we get to enjoy that. And yet there are millions in Florida and in the Caribbean who are witnessing a different side of your creation. We pray for them. Would you protect them and keep them safe. We know you to be the God of the storm, and we know you can calm storms, but you also don't always do that. Whatever it is you are allowing in your wisdom and in your justice and in your providence, we ask wholeheartedly that you would keep people safe in the storms path. Those aren't the only kind of storms that are going on. The weather may be beautiful here, but we know there are storms in marriages, storms of injustice in our city, storms of racism, storms of greed and addiction and discontentment, and we ask that you would calm those as well.
This prayer hit me hard, and it's one I've been praying ever since I heard it yesterday morning. It's hard to fathom a God who is loving and faithful in the midst of such destruction and heartbreak. Yet when I think about who God is instead of the circumstances around me in this messed up world, I remember He is always interceding for us in the most awful moments. His love can overcome!
My aunt who lives in Houston told me she has seen hope there in the midst of the crazy. That she has tangibly felt prayer from afar. A close friend from Nashville drove down to Houston last week to help out, mentioning to me it was intense and busy and full and humbling. He said he felt so small in the face of the devastation but also encouraged knowing that he was a part of something much bigger- not just the relief effort but the overall effort of the Church pushing back against the chaos.
Pushing back against the chaos.
I love that so much. I've been thinking how the Church can better fight together. That there are moments to be still and silent, yet there are also moments to be loud and to fight.
I want to be loud and I want to fight for people because people always matter. Hearts always matter.
I'm going to be pondering on this one for awhile, I think. How I can best fight for others even when it's not my own battle. And as I'm finishing up this post, I can hear the leftover rain drops of Hurricane Irma hitting my bedroom window.
Thinking of you all, always!