I'm sitting in a quiet cafe, on a quiet street, in a quiet country.
And I am thankful.
PSALM 147:7
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving
Make melody to our God.
Thankful for the tenderness of this season on the race. The tenderness where events of the day and the people I get to share them with are so in sync I cannot deny the intentionality of God. A month where the soundtrack of the days compliments the emotion behind each interaction.
We are searching for the unsung.
In the quiet streets in the quiet country, we will quiet ourselves in order to hear the untold stories of the hearts beating within unsung heroes of Malaysia.
Unsung Heroes.
Those who are
singing His praise,
doing His work,
being His hands and feet.
But have been [asked, forced, required] to be silent- or at least quiet.
Unsung Heroes.
The ones who are humming, or repeating the chorus, or maybe have a melody but are searching for the right words to their song. Those who work long days in order to dream and sing their heart-song at night, on weekends- who need someone to come along and say, "that sounds really good".
Unsung Heroes.
The saints with stories to tell. Aged with wisdom and laugh lines and failures and glimpses of glory. Brave ones who have gone to the desert, to the slums, to the most difficult places on to follow Jesus. Steadfast ones who stayed when people advised against it. Restoration people.
It is my prayer this month, to live quietly that they may be heard. To find heroes whose songs match the song in my heart and write their lyrics. To share the words of the songs they're writing living. And maybe, just maybe… you'll start tapping your foot along with us.
