Today in church my seat gave me a limited view of the choir. From where I was sitting I could see only four women, two behind two in the loft, on the end. As I watched them sing, they became to me a portrait of beauty. Each has suffered and yet all four have risen above sometimes desperate circumstances to sing praises of joy to the God they love, and they appeared to me as women dearly loved by Someone, noticeably, evidently loved.
Widowed, divorced, abused, spurned, bereft, betrayed. These women have lived through various hells not of their own making and have experienced enough suffering to derail their faith, and yet there they were, singing to an invisible Person Who gives them visible joy.
They made me glad today.
They made me believe.
Thanks, ladies.
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