That one night in August, when we stayed outside in the rain, till nearly 2am, catching up with friends I thought were long lost, talking about love and life and Jesus and not Jesus and the past and the future and grace and our way of working it all out with fear and trembling, wishing I was brave enough to leave nothing unsaid and had all the right answers, when everything was a beautiful mess on the inside and the outside and we exchanged smiles and hopes and faith and hugs, and no one took a groupie, then I came home with my clothes and hair wet and my heart was full...
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