Still, when doubt creeps in from just around the corner of the most beautiful sunrise you have ever seen, you hear the little one's voice asking the questions again.
This sweet child knows how much you love and care, yet there remain bones that rattle in the cold stark dark remembered all too well. "Mommy, is it safe? Is it going to be alright? Am I going to survive?
And here you are, again, wanting nothing more than to come home. Then it hits you. This coming home again is not about a return. What you seek is being here now, embracing the reality before you.
You are, by some happenstance and by some assured grace, breathing each breath into your life, before the magnificent sunrise. Startled by the simplicity of knowing this, you settle in to this coming home to right now.
And when you forget, you come home again, to right now.