And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea.
And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be.

I recently found someone again. I don’t mean someone who disappeared or moved away. It was just someone who was lost. There for months, her boat was taking on water. I watched, and I prayed that the lighthouse would offer enough light that she could keep her sense of direction even as she felt like she was sinking. I think she’s finally found land again. She’s different somehow. Different in that way that only people who’ve nearly drowned can understand. She’s stronger and while she still feels a bit lost. I think she’s finally finding her way home. I’m different too. In that way that only those who’ve watched a kindred spirit desperately fight to keep their head above water can understand. And I’m humbled at the wide expansive light that we only catch a glimpse of sometimes. I was afraid we’d never be the same again. I had no idea that’s exactly what He wanted.