My Youth Group

Kaitlyn! Sing us your song!

I'm jolted out of my peaceful recollections, not unpleasantly. I quickly and enthusiastically submit to Ericka's request. After a beautiful rendition of The Gravy Song  we're all laughing. I look around at my unlikely group of friends and am overwhelmed with a feeling I haven't felt in a while. Sheer joy. This room, these people, I'm transparent to them. They've known me for 17 years. That's fifteen years longer than I've known me.