A deep kindness in this difficult weekend came at the end of this morning’s worship service as we stood to sing “We Will Feast in the House of Zion.”

I was taken in my heart and mind to the chapel at The Seattle School where a group of us gathered informally on Sunday morning before the final session to sing and worship.

We will feast in the house of Zion
We will sing with our hearts restored
He has done great things, we will say together
We will feast and weep no more

We will not be burned by the fire
He is the LORD our God
We are not consumed, by the flood
Upheld, protected, gathered up

We will feast in the house of Zion
We will sing with our hearts restored
He has done great things, we will say together
We will feast and weep no more

In the dark of night, before the dawn
My soul, be not afraid
For the promised morning, oh how long?
Oh God of Jacob, be my strength

We will feast in the house of Zion
We will sing with our hearts restored
He has done great things, we will say together
We will feast and weep no more

Every vow we’ve broken and betrayed
You are the Faithful one
And from the garden to the grave
Bind us together, bring shalom

We will feast in the house of Zion
We will sing with our hearts restored
He has done great things, we will say together
We will feast and weep no more
~Sandra McCracken

It was such a sweetly, sacred space, all of us gathered to celebrate what God had done, was doing, will do. We were acutely aware of the fleetingness of a moment that would never return to us on this earth. Our hearts held so much.

This morning I clapped and sang with joy as my mind wandered briefly to that chapel and wondered if anyone was gathering there. I wondered if they, too, would be singing. If any would remember our voices. My voice.

Returning to present, standing between two of my daughters, I felt held and loved by my heavenly Father reminding me that the small details matter and that I am loved in them.