In my own way and in my own time I’ve been reflecting on the details of this last year- everything from the pandemic to the pregnancy and birth of my second daughter. But as I have been thinking on this transition from one year to another, a year especially focused on death in a worldwide capacity, I have found myself focused on the one thing that is unchanging; the one person who is unchanging; the one story that is unchanging: the truth, beauty, grace, and stability of the Christian faith, founded on the Creator of all things.
There is one hymn that has dwelt in the forefront of my mind as we’ve drawn this year to its close, and I’ll post it’s words here. This hymn has walked through the last year with me in grief after I experienced a miscarriage late last summer (2019), and the very next Sunday we sang this in church and it completely wrecked my heart. Since then it has become an anchor to my soul (including a safe place to sit and cry) as I meditate on the comfort there is to be had in Jesus our Savior amidst any number and any kind of suffering and loss we may experience. May they be a comfort, a conviction, a constant reminder that anchors you when this world is buckling under the fear of the unknown. Much love to each and every one of you.
“Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away; change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me.
I need thy presence every passing hour. What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness. Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; shine through the gloom and point me to the skies. Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee; in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.”
-Henry F. Lyte