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We Are Never Alone
As I drive my kids to school, I think how my world is so perfectly contained in this minivan.
And as this thought — one of many — bounces around for a minute, my four-year-old lowers his window and confidently proclaims, “I’m feeling the wind, mommy.” (A statement his older brother has taught him well.)
From this point on, my sons and I gaze forward and watch as the sun, a PERFECT fireball in the distance, rises.
In all truth, it’s been a while since I’ve watched the sun rise, but I’m ecstatic to witness this metaphor now.
For complicated reasons, we have a further drive today, but oddly the morning wasn’t chaotic at all.
In fact, it just flowed.
Even now, on an hour drive to get to school, my boys are happily feeling the ricocheting wind on their faces and absorbing the rising sun’s rays.
It’s a moment I wish I could frame and hang on my unpainted wall.
And I, well I am breathing in the morning air, taking it all in — letting it fill me with the unwavering faith that I will be whole again soon.
We are all going to be okay.
After all, we are surrounded by such immense light.
I think all of this as the sun gets higher. Higher. Higher. Higher. Until it’s above…
