I once heard a sermon or story that ended with the image of flowers growing through the cracks in concrete as a symbol of hope. That even when it seems like there is no hope and no possibility for life to break through, it does.
Late last night I received a message that felt like a small green shoot peeking through an imperceptibly thin crack...the kind of thing that may just be the beginning of an answer to a five-year long prayer.
I'm trying to not "count my chickens before they hatch," because it might not be anything.
But then again, it might be everything.
In any event, I woke up this morning and decided it was finally time I memorize Psalm 100, which has been on my heart to do for over a year. It's all about giving thanks and praise, and that was the only thing I wanted to do today--praise God.
I memorized it on my way to work.
(It's short. But glorious! Here it is):
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.