no sweeter dream

the end of summer ushers in a crisper air & deeper longing for cozy days spent reading & sipping warm drinks, the smell of sweet potato anything baking in the oven. the autumn time ushers in a sadness with its change. a sort of painful beauty, sorrowful romance.

our days are marked by this longing and paradox. weddings happen beside funerals. friendships deepen beside broken relationships. restoration happens, yet a tear is still there, or a new one freshly opens, and we wonder when the toil will end, when the sorrow will cease, when the days full of laughing and weeping will be through.

when i picture heaven i picture a neighborhood. a neighborhood that allows me to walk to anyone and everyone's house. there are barbecues and front porch sweet tea sipping times. i was dreaming with my beloved core group recently that we would have a sorority-esque house together, our time no longer broken by good-byes or disappointments or tragedies.

as we seek our savior, as a grow in the knowledge & love of him, as this knowledge & love leads our prayers & relationships to further redemption, we hope for the already, not yet. for the forever home we have been promised. for the love we will have and experience no longer shaded with manipulation, broken promises, or fickleness. hallelujah, what a glorious hope! there is no sweeter dream.