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“It is finished.” Like the soldiers who were searching for his body, they couldn’t find him. They couldn’t keep him where they wanted him. We too search for proof of him yet we cannot find him where we put him. We cannot keep him where we want him. He is alive. Once we know he is alive, we can truly live. Happy Easter, folks. love, the Ababa Family
I want to share something wonderful tonight. (WARNING: It’s sort of long so I understand if you won’t finish reading). I finally watched the recent movie Les Miserables. Although I’ve read the novel, watched it on Broadway, saw past adaptations of the story on film, and memorized the musical score, tonight, I finally understood the last song “Epilogue”, or maybe tonight I didn’t take the last song for granted, but actually meditated on it rather than just be familiar with it. It wasn’t a reprise of “One Day More”, instead, the song explained the crux of the matter. Everything we live for, the beautiful, the plain, and the miserable, is one day more until what is truly to come. The lyrics resounded: Do you hear the people sing? Lost in the valley of the night It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light For the wretched of the earth there is a flame that never dies Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. They will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord They will walk behind the ploughshed, the will put away the sword. The chain will […]
Last night, I was feeling weak and tired due to compounding nights of losing sleep from Elle’s recent schedule. Elle has been waking up from sleep around 10pm and stays awake until around 2am, sometimes 3am. This is impossible for me since i still nurse her in the middle of the night then wake up at 8am to ready Emma for school. Then Elle’s daytime naps only take about an hour these days, so even when I try to nap with her, an hour just doesn’t suffice. Anyway, last night before bedtime, I shared my conundrum with the girls. After I thought they both had fallen asleep, I decided to listen to some music. A particular song clutched the weakness of my heart with the lyrics: “I look to you I see the scars upon your hands And hold the truth That when I can’t you always can I’m standing here beneath the shadow of the cross, I’m overwhelmed that I keep finding open arms And I confess, you’re always enough for me You’re all I need” Uncontrollably, I wept as the song played on, putting my humanity at the feet of Jesus as it kept reminding me He’s always […]