As we cross the bridge to head into Kitty Hawk for a few hours, I glance at Thad.
Just thirteen months ago, we were standing at a crossroads of sorts and trying to navigate some muddy waters. The unknown stretched out for miles and miles and we knew we were entering a season of waiting on the Lord. Months of hard conversations and weeks of prayer added up to more than a year of soul searching and here we are.
We have come full circle.
We’ve said it all week: It is good to know. To know we heard right. To know we are where we are supposed to be…
To know we did not make a mistake.
I turn and gaze out the window. My head rests on the back of the chair and I close my eyes for just a moment. With my eyes closed, I can feel the ocean from up here on the bridge. My body warms in the sun that is reflecting off of the water and I breathe in the salty air. My skin feels sticky in the humidity and I try to soak it all in.
For a moment I feel desperate, like I am trying to catch sand that is running through my fingers. I am wild to save it, this quiet, this rest, this release of responsibility. This deep breath, that I have needed for ages, but didn’t know how badly I needed it.
But more than that, I long to bottle up today’s clarity…today’s peace.
Storm clouds are always on the horizon and this woman always bends low when they come.