It is not what I expected, this life.
It’s much harder, and much better —
far deeper sorrow, far brighter joy than I anticipated.
When I’m in the depths, it’s just so very dark.
I didn’t realize there would be times when I couldn’t see at all.
But the joy – I didn’t see that coming, either.
The gift, the blessing, of participating in the furthering of the kingdom of God —
well, there are no words.
It’s like flying.
A soaring of the soul,
that moment when a tossed stone hangs in the sky before descending —
weightless, airborne, almost touching the sun . . .
only for a moment,
but the moment