Well

Well, I'm back. And it's easier.

It is, easier.

The coming and the going.

But I don't know.

If it's any better. 

Easier. 

Happier? 

No, just easier. 

And that, in itself, isn't very easy at all. 

Watching

Steve doesn't wonder if I'm ruining my future. He doesn't think about whether I should have a career already, or fret that I haven't married my husband. He just loves me. Without boundaries or restraint. Unconditionally. 

And I often wonder, if God thought we would miss it. 

This sense of humor.

If I am still enough. If I am selfless enough. If I am brave enough.

I can see a glimpse of God behind those eyes. 

Just the smallest taste,

Of being loved for the barest and most broken of reasons.

Just because. 

We are one.

Let's talk about the difficult things. Let's talk about walking blindly in faith. Giving yourself completely to what feels right. About love as the universal language. About learning the ways that we all talk. Joyze's language and Steve's. People who speak English, or creole. People who speak without any words at all. About resting heads on shoulders or hands on chests. About sitting in silence and watching the sunrise. About loving a precious Haitian soul with Down's syndrome. About inside jokes with children you've never heard utter a single word. Let's talk about the kingdom of god. And being a part of it.