Tomorrow Comes

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

I want to tell you about an experience I get to have every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night.

At the end of Les Mis, when we go out to take our bows and sing the final song, I get to face the audience. It is one of the very few times in the whole show that we actually sing to the audience. And each and every time, without fail, there are multiple people wiping tears from their eyes.

So much goes through my mind at that moment:

I'm so grateful I get to be a part of this production.

This came at such a perfect time in my life. 

I wonder why that woman is crying? I wonder what is going on in her life. 

Did she recently lose a loved one? 

Is she just moved by the beautiful music and story of mercy and love?

Why is that man crying?

What have these people overcome in their lives? What are they dealing with right now? 

What is in their hearts? 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in their faces. I want to know their stories. At my last show, I was so lost in thought as I looked into the eyes of the people sitting in the section I was facing that after the ensemble took our bow, I forgot I was supposed to move out of the way and face a different direction for the leads to take their bows. I just stood there looking into all of their faces. My cute friend and cast mate, Megan Holmes, had to gesture for me to move. I was frozen there as I watched the beauty in these people's faces.

As one of my blog readers commented a few weeks ago, the lyrics of that final song are extremely moving.

"Do you hear the people sing? Lost in the valley of the night. It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth there is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. They will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord, they will walk behind the plowshare, they will put away the sword. The chain will be broken and all men will have their reward. Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see? Do you hear the people sing? Say, do you hear the distant drums, it is the future that they bring when tomorrow comes. TOMORROW COMES!"

Although Les Miserables is a story filled with darkness and death, there is so much hope woven in the epic novel and script. The fact that the very end of the show ends with the words, "Tomorrow comes" is especially powerful to me.

I received a heartbreaking email this week from a lovely woman in South Africa who lost a full term child to stillbirth. She is currently experiencing other extremely difficult challenges in her life. I have not yet responded to her. (I hope she is reading this...) I have been digesting her questions. Her email was very sacred and I don't want my response to her to be quick or flippant. It deserves respect and time and a sincere response. But if I could summarize what my heart is wanting to tell her, it's that "Tomorrow comes." We never know the joys we are capable of one day feeling. We never know how beautifully things can turn out...even though there seems to be no way out. No redemption. No mercy. No light or love. But I believe there is always a way.

It takes a lot of work. We have to educate ourselves on grief, on forgiveness, on working through and with our problems and the people in our life. But tomorrow eventually comes. And somehow, in some way, it can be beautiful. Even MORE beautiful because of the heart break. We just can't give up hope.

I'm so thankful I get to see those sacred tears on the cheeks of perfect strangers every night as I look into the audience. I think they feel the truth of those words--tomorrow comes. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. Even though I may never know the stories that their tears tell, nor will I ever know their names, they feel so much less like strangers when I see those tears...they are the same tears I've cried many, many times.


  1. That was beautiful. I LOVE the story of Les Mis. It's one I think I should read every year. I SO wish I could have been up there to see the show. Jason's cousin saw it & raved about it. And I'm sure I would be one of those people in the audience with tears streaming down their faces - both because "tomorrow comes" - without my sweet baby boy in it - AND "tomorrow comes" - with hope and joy and blessings as well. Love you Molly.

  2. Love you. Love this post. And love your response to her.

  3. that epilogue makes me cry every single time I see Les Mis (which has been 5 or 6), I LOVE IT.

  4. Oh Molly - such a beautiful and sacred moment you experience 3 times a week. I would have the same feelings were I next to you on the stage. I hope Dave Tinney reads your post . . . I can see his face and tears when he is in the audience watching his production, his cast, his re-creation of this timeless stage classic. Feeling so blessed that you are my daughter. And may you savor many more "days of plenty". --DAD

  5. Molly, that is wonderful you are in this production, what a talent-something I but my husband on the other hand is a total character and goofball that LOVES to act. I am trying to get him in an audition....some ideas how I go about this? I would love to arrange it for him, as you know, he is still so hurt and I think this would be a great way to let out his anxiety and anger....thanks so much...maybe you could fabebook or emaill me, if you ever get a free second
    tiffany hebb-
    ollies momma

  6. Molly,
    I am Jason's cousin that saw it and raved about it:) It was an amazing show. You preformed in the show we saw and you were facing me and my six year old daughter at the end. For me the tears started flowing during the opening song and never really ended. It's been 8 years, 2 months and 11 days since our daughter got her wings and yes, Tomorrow Comes! AND it is beautiful. Thanks for being part of such a wonderful production.

  7. Les Mis is such a special story to me. It was one of my dad's favorites, and I grew up listening to and singing the songs with him. "Bring Him Home" was actually played as we carried my sweet father's casket out of the chapel after his beautiful funeral. I will never be able to watch a production, enjoy the movie or listen to those beautiful songs without tears in my eyes and happy memories in my heart!

  8. I saw the Hale production last night (March 18th). It was phenomenal!! I was disappointed I bought tickets on a night you did not perform but was so glad to see the play. I might get another tickets just to see you and the performance again. My favorite song...."Bring Him Home." I get moved to tears every time I hear that song....reminds me of my son who finally came back home to me, not just physically but emotionally came back "home." He now has a beautiful wife and they have a darling little boy, my grandson.


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