It’s Saturday night, and I’m taking a few moments to reflect back on the events of the week. The ups and downs of life are hard, but do they have to all happen within a week’s time? Yet even amidst heartache, I choose to hang on to the simple joys.

Sometimes we’re hit with horrendous and happy things simultaneously, and it’s hard to know what to do with them. Do we rejoice with those who rejoice, or mourn with those who mourn? Yes.

We are complex creatures with complex emotions. And we’ve been created to feel the full gamut, if we’ll let ourselves go there, if we don’t in self-preservation shy away from the intense joy or pain.

It’s not comfortable, but it’s needed.

I try to fully accept the hard paths of life, but I also linger over the wildflowers that I pass, soaking up their beauty. You have to hunt beauty down if you want to find any in this broken world. But it’s there. Jesus plants simple joys for us to discover along the way. Even in moments when it feels like all is lost, there’s a spring of Joy gushing from the Rock.

But the best part is that this beauty hunt is only temporary. Because there is a Far Kingdom awaiting us on distance shores that contains Beauty unmeasured.

There is a far kingdom
A ways from here
Beyond the storm and the sea.
There will be no need of darkness
And none for tears
When that far kingdom I see.

There’s a river we will know,
Ever clear and ever full,
From the fount that overflows
In the light of the King.
And when we drink it we will find
That this joy, ever full, will ever rise,
And it’ll rise on, in the kingdom,
In the kingdom.

There is a far kingdom
On the other side of the glass,
And by a faint light we see.
Still there is more gladness
Longing for the sight
Than to behold or be filled, by anything.

There’s a river we will know,
Ever clear and ever full,
From the fount that overflows
In the light of the King.
And when we drink it we will find
That this joy, ever full, will ever rise,
And it’ll rise on, in the kingdom,
In the kingdom.

There is a far, far kingdom
There at the end of the sea
Where they know my name.
And until that far, far kingdom
Calls me home,
Oh, my soul, I will wait.

For the river we will know,
Ever clear and ever full,
From the fount that overflows
In the light of the King.
And when we drink it we will find
That this joy, ever full, will ever rise,
And it’ll rise on, in the kingdom,
In the kingdom.

(The Gray Havens)

 

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