It started raining on her way home. Not much, just a little, but she could smell it in the air as she drove down the highway (her windows were cracked a bit). It smelled good, refreshing, and she thought about the small house she had just left and the warmth and the couples still inside. Her stomach was full of food, her spirit filled with good conversation and love (such love!) that she didn't even mind that she was going home to an empty apartment. Normally, she minded very much but tonight was the perfect ending of a perfect day. She couldn't ask for anything more.
Sitting on the couch, reconnecting with an old friend, talking about life and love. Connecting with family, getting poured into. Sharing a meal and an evening with friends. Being encouraged.
Oh, you need a car, well, we have a car for sale. Oh you want to take family photographs? We know lots of families who want their picture taken! Will you join us for bible study? We can move it closer to you so you can make it every week.
It was the "clink" of everything falling in place. It was her friend looking at her and telling her he'd never seen her so at peace. It's the expectant hope, the patient awe. It's watching a rare flower bloom for the first time.
She didn't know how or why, but that empty feeling was gone. The sense of feeling incomplete had vanished. That hole in her heart was missing. Something steady had taken its place. Something affirming, solid, filling, whole.
She realized as she pulled in the parking lot of her apartment what it was.
It was the path. It was all the little things and all the people in her life coming together and directing her to this one road. Everything and Everyone resounding with directions and affirmations and voices crying a vivacious YES! If she'd ever asked for confirmation in her young life, this was it. Everything led here. This apartment. These friends. This choice. This direction. Even the terrible choices she had made had still led her to this place.
She didn't know exactly what the future held but for once, she didn't need to know. She'd gotten on the ride. She'd begun the journey. For the first time in years, she firmly believed she was where she was meant to be and had finally begun doing what she was meant to do. Casting the old things aside. Taking that plunge. For all her toiling, she'd finally staggered to the starting line of her life and the gun was about to go off.
Just in the nick of time.
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