The Comeback Kid.

The last few days I have felt... lighter. Like I can breathe again and everything is going to be just fine. I have had moments of intense joy- usually when I am alone in my car. They are moments that make me drum hard on my steering wheel and press down on the gas and drop my windows. I find myself saying "Yes. Yes. Yes." under my breath in these moments... as if I can't stop agreeing with what is going on inside my heart. And yet, life is... the same. Nothing drastic has changed, except that I am suddenly aware of the fact that God is closer to me than my own skin and that He's the one rooting the loudest from the bleachers of my day-to-day story. Like the parent who never misses a game and even brought their own inflatable "Emery is #1!" cushion to sit on for when they aren't on their feet whooping and hollering in triumph. (Triumph that doesn't falter even when victory seems impossible.)

The outcome is set. Emery wins the game. A comeback victory that will go down in history.

And you've got the same fate! Did you know that? It's true. But sometimes we forget that... or maybe we've never ever been told... or maybe we used to believe it when we were little and the world was softer around the edges...

I think sometimes we just start to focus more on the scoreboard than the joy of the sport. And that's when our feet get tripped up and we forget that the trophy's already sitting in the front seat of our car- just waiting to be brought home and set upon the shelf.