Those People
We're becoming the kind of people who have soap spray to ward off bugs on their tomato plants in their garage.
The kind of people who find some strange pleasure in the methodical washing of the dinner plates.
The ones who try to fix things themselves before calling their father to come over. Or, at least, watch a few youtube videos before succumbing to a phone call.
We're becoming the ones to eat in, quiet and introspective. Ruminating on the gratefulness that floats around the room and covers each strand of spaghetti, fills each glass of wine.
The kind who dream at night about building their own house, somewhere in the mountains on a lake, off the grid where we could retire and have Christmases and summers full of grandchildren's sandy feet and secret crushes on the newest dock boy.
We've become those people.
The ones who sit up late at night wondering if what we are doing is good and right and just.
Are we honorable?
Are we steadfast?
Do we have integrity?
The kind of people who whisper liturgies in the dark and the first light of day because it runs in our veins with the blood of those who went before who wondered and dreamed and strived and loved and our ears are aching with the lack of hearing.
We're becoming those people who question and doubt and cry and laugh without shame because we have only glimpsed how big God is. How big we perceive Him to be.
The ones who kiss babies who didn't come from their own bodies but who somehow feel like their own children.
The kind who breathes deeply the breath of a sleeping child who will not let go and cries with all of the pain and the weight of a parent and prays for another, and another to fill more rooms with Fancy Nancy and Thomas the Train, tripping over Barbie shoes.
The ones who no longer hide when we trip over our tongues, our manners, our common sense. We are deeply flawed. There is a great beauty to it when you lean close enough to see the Savior filling every fissure, every crack, every pore.
The kind of people who recognize that every step is hallowed, every task holy, every person cherished.
We're becoming the kind of people who have noticed that we have given wrong answers and right ones and no longer carry the baggage of either.
Those kind of people who are not anywhere close to where they thought they were going to be, but it is good and it is right and it is enough just to be where they are.