I totally didn’t remember. It didn’t occur to me when we were setting up for the lesson on Noah’s Ark for Sunday School that we would be sharing the story of the great flood. I was too busy focusing on the art response, which was all rainbows and animals. It wasn’t until one of our precious Sunday School teachers looked at me with the eyes on the verge of tears, and said, “God promised… to never flood the world. But OUR world flooded.” Wow… how did I forget to remember?
I find myself at a loss for how to console my kids after Harvey and Las Vegas. When they wake for the umpteenth night with worried faces and share stories of the nightmares they are reliving, I worry, “too much news?” or “what are they talking about this at school? On the playground?” (and we monitor it… bless). When words like “flood” and “sniper” are part of those tales, it makes my heart ache and my belly feel like I swallowed a cement truck.
And so today when I got in the car and Andrew Peterson’s song, After The Last Tear Falls came up on iTunes, I sobbed my way to work, listening to it on repeat:
After the last tear falls
After the last secret’s told
After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone
After the last child starves
And the last girl walks the boulevard
After the last year that’s just too hard
There is love
Love, love, love
And in the end, the end is
Oceans and oceans
Of love and love again
We’ll see how the tears that have fallen
Were caught in the palms
Of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we’ll look back on these tears as old tales
And right there it was. We have to keep turning towards Love. Towards the Giver of love and the Lover of all. Keep pointing our children back to Love. Because at the end of old tales — Love WINS. Every. Time.
We just have to keep reminding each other: there is LOVE.