I owe you more than a few posts here. But I’m going to start with the one I started writing in my head on the second day of our vacation.

As we were driving across Washington state along interstate 90, we were confronted with our lack of knowledge of the state’s geography. We were in the midst of a very dry, dead-looking region, filled with sage brush and rock and looking very much like I assumed all of Texas would before we moved here. Then we rounded a curve and ran smack into a view of a huge mountain in the distance! Thanks to smart phones we could quickly remedy our ignorance and discovered the peak was none other than Mount Rainier.

The view coincided with a song on the iPod we had hooked up to the car stereo, Steven Curtis Chapman’s title song from the album Beauty Will Rise (written after his daughter died). The song says it all:

It was the day the world went wrong
I screamed til my voice was gone
And watched through the tears as everything
Came crashing down

Slowly panic turns to pain
As we awake to what remains
And sift through the ashes
That are left behind

But buried deep beneath
All our broken dreams we have this hope

Out of these ashes beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins
We will see it with our own eyes
Out of these ashes beauty will rise
For we know joy is coming in the morning
In the morning, beauty will rise

So take another breath for now
And let the tears come washing down
And if you can’t believe, I will believe for you

Cause I have seen the signs of spring
Just watch and see

Out of these ashes beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins
We will see it with our own eyes
Out of these ashes beauty will rise
For we know joy is coming in the morning
In the morning

I can hear it in the distance
And it’s not too far away
It’s the music and the laughter
Of a wedding and a feast
I can almost feel the hand of God
Reaching for my face to wipe the tears away
You say it’s time to make everything new
Make it all new

This is our hope
This is a promise
This is our hope
This is a promise

It will take our breath away
To see the beauty that’s been made
Out of the ashes, out of the ashes

It will take our breath away
To see the beauty that He’s made
Out of the ashes, out of the ashes

Out of these ashes
Beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins
We will see it with our own eyes
Out of this darkness
New light will shine
And we’ll know the joy that’s coming in the morning
In the morning
Beauty will rise

Oh, beauty will rise
Oh, oh, oh, beauty will rise
Oh, oh, oh, beauty will rise
Oh, oh, oh, beauty will rise

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