The sky stretches out its arms in the early inky blue of spring, stars flung here and there, twinkling lights that wink above the trees.
My husband and I light the fire pit, pull up chairs next to each other, turn on music, remember how it feels after winter is over.
These moments–I shut my eyes, draw in a deep breath–try to capture them, keep them, like little glimpses of heaven.
And I believe again…
that life is good
God is close
and I am loved
It’s not that I ever forget. I think sometimes I just stop paying attention. I fall asleep at the wheel of life. I stop hearing what’s true, stop seeing what really matters, stop feeling like who I really am.
Then God sends along a night knit together, woven with wind, filled with fire, and suddenly I am awake.
Oh, yes, my heart recalls.
I am made for more than the everyday.
I am fashioned for eternity.
Sometimes it seems I hold a speck of it in my hand.
Not much at all, really.
Just enough to jolt me back to joy.
And once again I’m a dreamer with her eyes wide open.
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