High King of Heaven my victory won

May I reach Heaven’s joy, O Bright Heaven’s Sun

Heart of my own heart, whatever befall

Still be my vision, O Ruler of all

Someday.

Someday this will all be over.

A memory.

A blur.

Someday the promises will be fulfilled and you will stand in the presence of the one who has always loved you.

You will laugh

and sing

and weep

and dance.

Even I will dance, and nobody will laugh at me.

Not even my kids.

Until that day, we walk in the promise of what is to come.  Your Thursday may not look like glory, but the Lord of Glory is in it, waiting for you.

Walk in the promise today, Beloved.