Belong{ed}. ~ The Grace Between

Belong{ed}.

I write a lot about my children here. I write a lot about grace-about the Word made flesh in my story. But tonight, tonight I just want to write for sheer joy. To sketch a few pictures with my fleeting words. And I want to write a little about me.

Let me tell you where my soul belong{ed}.

The question was posed to the Husband and I….where have you most felt at home. Independent of one another, we both provided the same answer.

In the front seat of a helicopter. {So cheesy, I know}.

And so, on days when I remember who I used to be and the season in which home was roughly twenty thousand pounds strapped onto my back and right where I belonged … I close my eyes and soar.

And gravity drifts away and the earth fades and my stomach settles comfortably in the region of my toes and the view from a thousand feet looks right, and familiar.

I am cutting ties with earth.

I’ve seen the sun rise over the clouds from that seat – liquid gold over a sea of fog, half a world away, and still home.

I’ve danced on the edge of a rain cloud in that seat – chasing rainbows in south Alabama.

I’ve seen Denali at ten thousand feet {without climbing it}, and skirted the Adriatic Sea.

How do I fit six years into five minutes and make you understand how giddy I was  every single time the ground slipped from sight.

I cried when I threw away my checklist.

And even now, when home is three babes wound around my legs and I’ve never been happier, there are moments still when I miss the heady aroma of jet fuel and freedom.

{Having issues with computer tonight … so go here for some fun photos … and there’s video on FB}.

~M.

{Also, I met the Husband this way}.

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