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Friday, November 24, 2017

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Our new house backs on a walking trail. There's a stream directly behind us, and a little woods, which screens us from passersby in summertime. Once the leaves fell, we discovered we can see all the way across the trail to the Rideau. So we exchange one beauty for another, and it's a pleasant view at any season.

I was in the bathroom last Saturday, and thought I could hear singing. Just distantly at first, then closer. I pushed up the window, and it came soaring in, clear as a bell -

Worthy is the Lamb, worthy is the Lamb, Amen.

A man was striding along the trail with his head up, lost in song, lost in praise.

It was a beautiful day and a beautiful moment and I'm glad I got to hear it.  It echoed in my heart all day.

Praise.

And it just keeps echoing, friends.  I see it and hear it in your serving hands. Your generous, shoebox-packing hands. Your kind, soup-delivering hands. Your organizing a pop-up free store for the homeless. Your fundraising concert for suffering veterans. Baking treats to make someone feel special. Donating your skill and time to repair a broken ceiling. Supporting your friends' Go-Fund-Mes. Taking your music and happiness to lonely seniors. Buying presents for needy kids. Organizing a food drive. Giving someone a ride. Taking time to listen to that hard story. You see a need and show up to meet it.

Not for the kudos but just from love.

And your song soars out to ears you don't even know.

Oh my beautiful friends, your generosity makes a weary world rejoice. I love you.