….and then… it was simply…. tomorrow…. I had sat through those nights… sleeping kids… coffee…. back porch. Straining to hear not-so-distant coyotes. …. the freedom… stars appearing and ducking behind passing clouds… far from sound and song. But like a wound without memory.. and recollection….. after the ground beneath rolled over and over… I find myself facing an incredible sunrise.
Warm…. breeze… God whispering my name…. almost audibly… recognizably…. a voice I’ve known… heard…. strained to remember…. then reminded of His stalwart presence even in my absence… the path leading through rushing waters and steep ravine… to this meadow.