To sum up my most recent weekend and why it’s important to me, I’m just going to show you some pictures and let Sara Groves sing. These are not polished, beautiful pictures by any stretch, but if I waited for that I’d never post this. So here is my raw experience.

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Sit with me and tell me once again
Of the story that’s been told us
Of the power that will hold us

Of the beauty, of the beauty
Why it matters

Speak to me until I understand
Why our thinking and creating

Why our efforts of narrating

About the beauty, of the beauty
And why it matters

Like the statue in the park
Of this war torn town

And its protest of the darkness
And the chaos all around
With its beauty, how it matters
How it matters

Show me the love that never fails
The compassion and attention
Midst confusion and dissension

Like small ramparts for the soul
How it matters

Like a single cup of water
How it matters