This morning I woke early. I’ve had nightmares all this week. None have been the kind you laugh off later in the day. Each has been the kind of nightmare only a parent who has watched their child hooked up to machines can understand. You wake up and know there is no more sleep to be had.
An early run, I thought. But rain was falling in sheets. And there was more thunder than I thought was tolerable. So I waited till the rain slowed. I figured if I couldn’t run between the raindrops, I could run between the storms.
Yesterday I read that a young mom from our church is now in hospice care. She will go on ahead of her young husband and young daughters. Into what we only see through a glass so darkly.
The nightmares and that reality were in the passenger seat on the way down to Star lake where I run. And this morning, in a cruel rain.
On the way down the mountain I heard what I could only call a hymn. I’ve listened to this song by Bill Mallonee a hundred times but this morning the words snuck in through the broken parts.
Well, I think we’ve got time for just one more
Before that bartender counts his tray
There’s a million reasons to walk out that door
But only one to stay
Through the glass darkly
I’m just hoping to make it to
To that place where we’re all made new
When it’s all over and through
Are you listened to when you call in the night?
Are you held inside your dreams?
Is it something like an anchor in the raging storm?
When the world turns cruel and mean?
Through the glass darkly
I’m just hoping to make it to
To that place where we’re all made new
When it’s all over and through
One more round for the round of confusion
Its always dogging our steps
One loud hosanna and a victory cry
Shouted while you wept
Through the glass darkly
I’m just hoping to make it to
To that place where it’s all made new
When it’s all over and through
Through the glass darkly
I’m just hoping to make it to
To that place where we’re all made new
When it’s all over and through
Echoes and Stars 