When you all come back. Somehow she still had it—that irrational faith. I believed in God, sure. But He was distant, judgmental, maybe even just a little bit mean. I didn’t understand Melissa’s God. To her, He was Someone bigger, Someone there in the room with us, Someone not contained in words on a page or the walls of a church, awesome and powerful and loving. Someone in whom she had enough faith to say words like when you all come back.
