What Hope Looks Like...

I cannot put this blog post into words that are adequate.  It’s not my story to tell.  It is the story of two brothers who spent years apart.  It is the story of waters and bridges and time and distance…and lives lead…and lives lost.  It is the story of seeing life through the eyes of your youngest child, your surprise baby, who is so much younger than the rest of your crew.  The story of watching him adore his older siblings, love when they come home from school, laugh at all their silly faces. It’s the story of coming face to face with the past tucked inside your children’s future, and seeing the opportunity for a better outcome…because Jesus is in the business of better outcomes.  It’s the story of redeeming time, and letting some bridges burn to the ground because new bridges needed to be built, and Jesus is in the  business of rebuilding.  It’s the story of a family. 

So, in Austin, TX, on an ordinary Wednesday, a little family came together.  I cannot explain the perfection in watching one youngest brother sing about hope, as another youngest brother danced with all the hope in the world.

And Jesus was there y’all. 

Because only Jesus can take something like an ordinary Wednesday and fill it full of hope.

And for all of us waiting on a happy ending…

Some pieces of some stories do end just plain happy.

Enjoy.

If you enjoyed the amazing impromptu music you heard hear today, head on over to
www.dawnandhawkes.com
or you can cheer them on this season on The Voice.