I walk onto the field.
It's the first home game.
The first time I have walked onto this field since Elijah played.
My friend is with me.
She who has walked with me and supported me.
Surprisingly, a sense of peace washes over me.
I was blessed.
I loved watching his team play.
I think back to the day Caleb brought those sticks to the house.
I didn't even know what the sport was.
The kids loved it.
Lacrosse became their game.
I smile remembering.
I look around.
If I don't embrace the holiness of this moment and see the wonder
I will miss the gifts God's is longing to send.
Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you;
therefore he will rise up to show you compassion.
For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!
I allow myself to remember.
Slowly. There is an ache, with a sense of peace; with longing.
I look at my friend.
Each one so precious.
I stand up straight and watch as Cedric's team gets ready.
I glance around.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: