Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
It has been a long day. I’ve been on the road north and south and west, meeting with various groups and individuals,
coming home to serious e-mails, making my own important decisions.
We used to sing the words to Taps at summer camp, a camp without a lake, the water represented by the Greenbrier River, flowing by us. The hills and sky were always in view. I remember the words differently than those I found online. Somehow in my mind we sang "From the lakes to the hills to the sky, all is well. Safely rest. God is nigh."
Today I felt the support of friends near and far as I processed a deeply difficult experience. I am grateful for them. I am grateful for the feeling that I am not alone, that others understand, that although no one is liked by everybody, there are people in my life who not only know me well, but who also love me. Their prayers strengthened me for the challenges I have begun to meet. In their embraces I felt God’s presence, and I carried God with me when we parted.
Tonight I feel those old words in my bones.
From the lakes to the hills to the sky, all is well.
God is nigh.