I was sitting alone on the beach, listening to the water meet the land and I was thinking about the ancient stories we're taught when we're small and the way those stories and my story have grown together over time, weaving in and out and then no longer out.  And I thought about his people, his people now and his people then and that line faded too until it was just people.

My mom likes it when we're all together because of the conversations that happen and so late one night she asked us the questions she asks us every time.  And we went around and we shared about the people He's given to us and about our stories and the struggling areas.  We usually end up talking about family, this great idea that God spoke into life and our need for it, no matter what phase of stage or distance.

We had spent the day snorkeling in the jungle and cave and ocean and so we had spent the day simply watching.  Looking and chasing this under world of color and life.  We swam together through the corals and caverns, breathing and moving through water and it felt like living. 

In one of my classes, I analyzed sister discourse and the ideology of sister relationship found in North America.  I went through a letter she had written me when I moved back and was not dealing well with the idea of back.  And in the letter I found something larger, there was something more going on than sister talk and sister relationship.  I looked at Halliday's cohesion and Tannen's narrative and Fairclough's power and it wasn't enough.

God is in our love.  He is in our understanding of each other, our vision, our recognition of The Plans.  And so there is a third present and He is what drowns out our humanity and pulls us into the great act of being alive.  We are letters, all of us, to each other.  And it is our Author that make us worth knowing.