Today is crisp blue.  The air feels just right.  I can just touch the tip of Fall’s tongue…the taste of woodsmoke, of cinnamon. 

There is something about this sort of change that is braided and covered in simple hope.  Like possibility.

Everyone is in a good mood today.  I feel like I am just where I should be. 

In this particular moment, sitting at a too-tall desk at a too-short chair in the First Baptist computer lab, listening to Tracy Chapman and the sound of 20 girls scribbling in their journals…I feel the pleasure of God. 

AuthorBeth Ables