There are times when I listen to a stanza of a song and I don’t know all the words. But when it reaches the chorus, my whole body lights up. I know the chorus. I sing it from the depths of my being.

Sometimes the stanzas of life feel unfamiliar and new. We tentatively sing the words, unsure of ourselves. But what roots us is the chorus.

I hope you always return to the chorus— the melody you know by heart, the one you hum while folding laundry, the place that feels like home. Your place of belonging and comfort and strength. I hope you return there again and again, even after many seasons, to find refuge and remember your song.