A big component of The Torch lies in being able to talk to people and hold significant conversations about what we are doing and why we are trying to do it. I have had zero problem communicating my heart and answering a bazillion questions about it. In a nutshell, I love God, I love this project, I believe God can make a difference in the world through ordinary people like Sarah and Kelly and me, and I will share my thoughts and feelings and plans with anyone who cares to listen. I am just as good at talking too much now as I was when I was a schoolgirl.
Which is why Sunday afternoon took me utterly by surprise. Sarah and I ventured on an impromptu drive out to Brown City to take a look at the truck. Roger had informed me the appliances were in and looking sharp and he was excited for us to see it. Walking inside that big vehicle and seeing for the first time the actual stove and refrigerator and work spaces and shelves and all of it at once completely overwhelmed me. For possibly the first time in my life I was rendered speechless. A plethora of emotions ran through me all at once. I was enveloped by the very Presence of God in a way I cannot describe. I couldn't speak, because I was seeing all the potential Sarah and I have dreamed of for such a long time come to fruition. I could imagine cooking at that stove and passing food through that window. And the thought of blessing people over and over again through the work we can do with The Torch just caused my spirit to soar. I literally had no words at all. I could not think of one thing to say which would adequately describe the impact that moment had on me.
I stood turning and looking and touching (even though Roger didn't want fingerprints on the stainless steel) and turning and looking some more. I heard Sarah talking and commenting to Roger and his wife Anita, but it was like they were far away. Then it got really quiet and I realized Roger was staring at me, waiting for me to say something. And I still didn't know what to say. I think I squeaked out something like, “I love it. It’s beyond what I even imagined it could be.” But I don’t really know. Even that seems inadequate. He looked relieved, though, so whatever I said must have been enough.