Driving away from the retreat center I catch a glimpse of the sky in my rearview mirror. Breathtaking, marbled shades of blue and orange on the horizon as the sun slowly slips away. How lovely to be driving with the windows rolled down on an early March evening.
And it dawns on me…
This is the night that I wait for all year long.
This is the night that the kids come to youth group in flip flops for the first time since October. This is the night we put our plans aside to play four square until we can’t see. This is the night that we start talking about summer and kickball and trips to the beach. This is the night when the laughter comes in big giant waves and peace is the flicker of a citronella candle.
This is the night I’ll sleep with my window open. This is the night when my hope in spring is restored.
This is the night I thought would never get here.
And now it is.
