Bang! The car door slammed behind me. Turning, my feet stepped from the back parking lot into the alleyway beside church; I headed toward the front door. The sun shone brightly on my face, warming it. A smile, the kind with little upturned ends, spread across my face. It feels so good. The breeze, an early-spring kind of warm, played with my wavy, brown hair and tickled my skin. It feels so good.
Chirp! Chirp! Could that be a robin? Where is it? I asked myself, looking up, down, left, and right. Where is it? My little feathered friend was shy and chose to remain out of sight.
I need to hurry. I”ll be late. I willed my feet to hurry along. Then, music and joy and God’s people praising Him. How great to be alive!
I ran up the concrete stairs, reached out my hand, grasped the door knob, pulled it open, and entered. “God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world,” I quoted to myself.