It was a Sunday. And it was a Sunday I had taken off from my work as a Children’s Director, which made it an extra special day because I got to go to church with my family. The kids asked if we got to ride in the same car together, and I said, “Yes!” They were so excited. I never even knew they noticed we went separately. It made me realize they value the little things. It made me a tinge sad.
I arrived, and the music began to play. It took me a bit before I allowed myself to sink in. I had to remember I didn’t have a radio strapped to me, and there was no ear piece that might scream “code Adam” at me. I was allowed to let go, but I had to give myself permission.
I close my eyes and hear the people singing, “There is only one word to describe . . . ,” and my eyes are flooded with this: