flowers splay and the air coming through my daughter’s bedroom window is painted pink with magnolia blossoms.
out there spring has roared.
how does quiet make such a noise on the landscape?
i walk with children under the dogwood branches and the holy spirit is like that. he comes without sound and when he leaves everyone is changed; the beauty left in his wake making us rejoice.
i knew when i moved to detroit that i would wrestle with racism. i knew i’d wrestle with raising children in the city. i knew circumstances would be too big, that i would be overwhelmed by the giants in the land.
but i didn’t know this.
i find you, jesus. you had another plan in mind all along. you brought me here and set me down and you only have one question.
am i the only one?
i didn’t see this coming. yet here we are.
like a bridegroom at the end of the aisle. like a man down on bended knee.
do you take this man?
all of my roads have led to you. and the flowers on every tree are the bouquet i carry.
and so my answer is yes. i walk down to meet you. yes.