I sat with my friend on the tailgate of the pickup while it slowly crawled along the banks of the river. I was reminded of simpler times; lazy summer days and less responsibilities. The sun was setting and fish were jumping in the ponds on the other side of the levy.
Our conversation felt easy, like a comfortable pair of shoes to put on again. The men were having their own chat. Time had no meaning in this place. Laughter echoed into the evening breeze while we caught up with the hearts we loved.
Changes had come. The fruit from many years of sowing was at hand. Watching my friends, I sensed they were only partially aware of what was yet to come. I knew the promises for them…fullness of joy, peace, restoration, inheritance, dreams, destiny, hope and a future.
My own joy felt complete to see them walking into theirs. I couldn’t express these thoughts, so I grinned and soaked in my surroundings. Some moments felt awkward as I was silenced in what I knew. They love me enough to not ask why. Later, as I lay awake, I felt tears come for what I have no words for.