The sun is OUT and it is roaring happy inside this tired body.  It is telling me that I could change things up, throw the checklist away, drive across town to his office for a kiss and then back home again, open the windows and plot an afternoon run through this melting and greening town.

We stayed late on the couch last night facing each other and answering questions we had not thought to ask before.  What is it you want us to be?  We started small, laying out a new house built from old materials, talking numbers of children, the rhythmic giving and taking of parenting.  We hoped to still be chasing each other on bikes, carving the earth and breathless.  And then we slowed and chose careful words.  I want to raise children in a congregation that loves them and loves Christ.  I want to do life with a community that will  push us back together because hard times will be coming, I know this.  I want a net.  I want The Body.  I want to make a home that is a haven, that is a firm place to land after being the light in dark places.

And so it came down to what it has always come down to, eventually.  How badly we need His people.

The sun is out.  He gave me a good, good man.  And The Body has been loud this week, has been fierce and so present.  He is moving, Church.  He is whispering great promises with ancient words.  It must be Spring.