….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.
This meadow… 
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