LILY is bundled back up in her winter attire. Music from the song “Everything Changed” is playing quietly beneath her exit.
It looks like it’s cleared up enough for me to get going again. (slings her purse on, and picks up her bag) Thank you . . . for everything. (smiles) I didn’t expect anything more than a warm place to watch my car from, but I’m so, so glad the rest stop was full . . . and that your light was on. Please, email me when you have a chance – I’d love to stay in touch.
LILY pauses to listen.
Yes, the merriest Christmas.
LILY smiles and turns to leave. She picks up her cell phone.
Hi, Mom? Yeah. I’m just leaving now. (pauses) No . . . don’t be sorry. This has turned into one of the best Christmases. (pauses and laughs as she exits STAGE RIGHT) I know it doesn’t make sense. . . I’ll explain it all to you when I get there.
Stories . . . they’re the fabric of life that weave us together, moment-by-moment, end-to-end, one to another. They can be beauty and pain, tragedy and triumph, common and profound, all wrapped together, all at once. They’re ours to discover, to live, to share.
This story God is telling, at the moments of intersection where His story meets ours, is available any moment of any day, in any place to any one whose heart is ready and willing to listen.
Today . . . this Christmas Eve . . . is yours?