From up here I see how cracked and broken the earth is. She fits together like a puzzle—pieces placed tenderly by the Hand That Knows. We soar through islands of cotton candy clouds and I feel gravity pull on me.
How in the world did I get here?
When we land, I see. This is what holds the earth together—what keeps the brokenness from cracking wide open.
We arrived in San Antonio yesterday afternoon, my friends. Fredrick and I embraced flesh that we have only known over miles and miles of cyber.
God has a plan.
We were safely tucked in to the lodge last night—tired feet and humming minds. And I slept…oh, my, how I slept.
This morning I got up early—the rest of the house quiet—and I slipped outside. The sky is white before sunrise and I sit quiet, listen. Words will not come, but I am held, and tears do.
I came to listen. And I am found.