I had an urge to write that church this morning was like it is at home.

Huh?

It felt so good to dance so hard that I could hardly stand! But the greatest joy was the leaps. I found out this morning I had to be the first one on one side running in for a song I am running and all of a sudden, my runs turned to grand jetes, leaps. I didn’t plan that or even know I could do it so fast. That changed everything. Later I found myself leaping across the entire front of the church and back the other way, shouting the whole time. It was very freeing and very symbolic, going back to the beach in March and those butterfly leaps. That was God’s precious gift to me this morning—this hard morning which was even kind of lonely. But when I started leaping without intending to, I knew I was actually being carried across that church. I needed that. I needed all of it.

I have begun to talk. Next weekend seems a formality, not a memorial stone. But this weekend I have been so absolutely exhausted from Friday on that I am like a zombie in motion. Still truth doesn’t change even when you don’t sleep.

It’s almost time.