It's been a while, but I remember this feeling. It came without preamble, somehow carried along in the smoke from the flame. How can I describe goodness, except to suggest that maybe you can remember it from your own experience?
It's been a while since our family gathered around a stack of kindling and took in the night. Maybe it is the similarity of the sound of I-75 just a quarter of a mile away that reminds me of the nights we spent at the base of the mountain near San Cristobal where highway CA-1 roared down into the city below? There is a sort of comfort that I now associate with the sound of eighteen-wheelers, rubber tires humming down highway.
Tonight we gathered around the fire like pre-historic man and discussed the darkness around us. Apprehensions of the first day of school slipped in and out of shadow like unknown predators in the twilight. We know that we're big enough to take them down, and still... we have yet to come to the other side of the story. We recount how tomorrow night our victories will be like cave drawings in the memory of days gone by.
Tonight I knelt beside my bed and allowed the realization that this place is right to fully wash over me. God is faithful. It is no mistake that we are here... in this place... at this time. I feel at peace. It's been a while since I've been at this place. What a transition it has been... I wouldn't change it a bit.