The way we are with each other is the truest test of our faith.~Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel
Somewhere above Chicago, with white clouds billowing beneath me, the moon appears with her full round face in the airplane window. I press my forehead into the glass and stare into that clean, alabaster pearl—made dayblind by the sun hanging in the western sky.
“You are going home,” she whispers to me.
I close my eyes and smile, let my breath warm the cool surface between me and the sky. The loveliest thing about going away is the circling back around, the soft return. For, it is in the stepping away that life comes into focus—a breath of space framing the beautiful, messy picture of a life led by love.
I turn that question around in my mind under the moon’s steady gaze. I remember the workshops I attended and the space created in my heart for new friends. The faces of the women I prayed with play through my mind like poetry and the taste of wine from our communion together is fresh on my tongue.
Night falls as the airplane touches down and my heart feels the gravity of home. The radio is playing a song about stars as I drive the familiar road that will take me to the people I love the most.
And the moon follows me home.
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