Denouement

If you’re wondering about the title: Dénouement, in literature, means resolution of the conflict.

Yesterday seemed to be a hard day for many people (including me). The storm clouds had rolled in and the flood waters were rising.

Ben mentioned something that made me think of something someone once told me.

Children are so innocent and trusting. They delight in the smallest pieces of joy and never tire from repetition. A child will beg their father over and over again to continue throwing them up in the air.

Now think about God’s repetition. How He provided mana for the Israelites as they wandered in the wilderness each and every day. How each year the leaves change colors and float to the ground as fall begins. Then blossoms peak from beneath the chill in the spring. How a field can be filled with thousands or millions shafts of grass, or better yet daisies, each one the same and yet each special.

So back to the child. After each time his father tosses him in the air, these words tumble from his lips: “Do it again Daddy”.

We know that after every storm God brings the rainbow. Repetition we can hope in. Repetition we can know.

I ask:

“Do it again Daddy.”