rosebud  When my children were little I used to arm them with water bottles and crackers and send them out into our back forty to “find something beautiful.” Guess what? They always did.

These days I’ve begun to think our nation should leave the flag at permanent half-staff. There is something to mourn every day and at every turn. The grief weighs heavy on our hearts and finds it form in outbursts of anger, waves of fear, and sometimes in desperate attempts to grasp something…anything (or anyone) to make it all better.

As believers we have a choice. We can always search for something beautiful. And when we look we’ll find it.

Though the days seem dark, there is hope and goodness and love. Let’s be the people who live in that knowledge.