Steven Curtis Chapman has always always been a singer of my heart songs.

My junior year of high school, on the night when I prayed to get really serious about my faith, it was after hearing his song “The Change” on the radio.

When I went away to college, the song “I Will Be Here” became significant for Scott and I, and eventually became the song that we would dance to for the first time as husband and wife.

On the day of my wedding, my dad and I danced to “Cinderella” which Steven Curtis Chapman wrote for his daughters.

In 2008, Steven Curtis Chapman’s youngest daughter was killed in a horrific accident that led to a season of understandable despair and grief. I remember reading about the accident when it happened, but had not followed much of the journey afterward. Honestly, I’m sure I didn’t follow it because it was uncomfortable, and also because it just didn’t seem relevant to my life. Nobody wants to think about a world or a life in which children die.

Well, it turns out that in 2009, Steven Curtis Chapman released an album–one that I had never heard or listened to until recently–that was born out of the grief and despair following the death of his daughter.

And, in this season of grief, I am finding that once again, Steven Curtis Chapman is singing my heart songs. Literally, just about every song on this album speaks into this season, and how I long for and miss Alexander, but also to the hope I have that we we will be reunited some day.

Today, I’m listening to the title track, Beauty Will Rise, and clinging to the hope and promise of these words:

It was the day the world went wrong
I screamed til my voice was gone
And watched through the tears as everything
Came crashing down

Slowy panic turns to pain
As we awake to what remains
And sift through the ashes
That are left behind

But buried deep beneath
All our broken dreams we have this hope

Out of these ashes beauty will rise
And we will dance among the ruins
We will see it with our own eyes
Out of these ashes beauty will rise
For we know joy is coming in the morning
In the morning, beauty will rise

So take another breath for now
And let the tears come washing down
And if you can’t believe, I will believe for you


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