I saw Whitney for the first time in two months. Even as I write, the memory seems more dream-like than real. It was an incredibly wonderful, intense, and personal moment. I know the Bravo team leaders were observing, but it did not really matter. Whitney and I were together. We were reconnecting. We were celebrating our ability and willingness to laugh, cry, and be with and for each other. It was a moment that has already etched itself into my best of life experiences.
Whitney did not know I was coming. The scene was choreographed down to the smallest nuance. As I stood in front of her, I wanted to reach out but it was yet the moment. Whitney stood blindfolded in the Utah/Nevada wilderness. She was hoping that I would come out to visit her but did not think this was the time or place. The sun was bright. There was good reason to be filled with hope. As Kat asked here to asked me a question and make a statement as if I was present, Whitney candidly vocalized what she has long wanted to ask.
As I close my eyes and relive the initial moment of Whitney's eyes catching mine, I experienced the magical connection between father and daughter, parent and child, loved and beloved. It was tangible. It was visible. “Everybody there saw [her/]him walking around and praising God.” (Acts 3.9)
I do not think I will ever look at her the same. It is as if our relationship has taken on a deeper, more mature theme. While unconditional, it comes with the knowledge that we are both human. While hope filled, it comes with the understanding we will both need forgiveness and understanding. While optimistic, we both know we live in a chaotic and evil world. The good news is that we are family and we will be there for each other.
I now see and feel God's tears a bit more clearly. Divinity stands besides us, longing to wrap her arms around us. I want to respond just like Whitney.
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