Many thoughts. His heart.

Hope. Hope. Hope. I had a lovely weekend. Which this time frame won't really matter eventually because you might be reading this two years later. Anyway, I attended a Saturday service with my friend,Em.( Oh my goodness, I have just thought about how funny it would be if I had  instead typed her full name, phone number and instagram handle. Crazy the places my mind goes.) Okay, so all through the service, the word hope kept standing out for me. If I had written this earlier I would have a more detailed story. But I remember for sure that the worship leader, as she was somewhat fading into that silent moment, if you are familiar with how worship sessions go you'd know that usually the air is filled with sweet simple melodies by the instrumentalists; most likely an extension of the last song that was sang, the leader humming a bit or singing her prayer, or simply praying. Praying for us, for herself, for the church. And then at times also, the leader might give a mini speech.

I listened to a song, and it's been on replay for a while now. Beautiful people by Sheeran and Khalid. I am still understanding the song as a whole. But a line that they repeat severally, brought me here this morning. "We are not beautiful" There is lots of ways to deconstruct and reconstruct this to try and develop an idea of what they meant to be exact. And I could leave that up to you, I know for sure it was not in any way about features and aesthetic value. What I do want to address, is, there is always two ways to it:  1.we are not beautiful, our emotions and fears and burdens are ugly, and we have let them make us what we are now; a reflection of our ugly past and ugly circumstances, bitter because we were made bitter, angry because we are full of sin, because that is what we crave. 2.we are beautiful, able to love, have a certain level of empathy and sympathy and compassion, with beautiful smiles from beautiful moments, beautiful poems from beautiful times.   Her