Full Circle

Being greeted by a smile says "Welcome to my home," better than can be imagined. As I entered PS' home, the little one ran up, rather galloped and hopped up to also greet me. He always has this grin on, his smile is contagious. You want to laugh with the same vigor he does. My godson was engulfed in cartoons, made the rounds with the obligatory hello's and was back to Nickolodean. I'm sure preachers wished that people would pay as much attention to their messages with same ferver sports fan watch games and kids watch cartoons. Small Groupwas going very well last night, then, as if on cue I noticed my cell phone was ringing off the hook. I thought, I've never been this popular, so who could be calling so much. My mind started scrambling as to who it could be. It was a full circle moment.

2 years ago, a friend of mine asked me for a ride to the airport. So, I got up early, made it to her house and waited in the parking lot. Not knowing which apartment was hers, I picked up the phone and called, and called and called and then called her roommate. No answer, so I came home. Shortly after my friend woke up in a panic - she made her flight and made it home. Last night, we were back where we started this time I'm the one not on the phone. I immediately regretted the cookies and the donut holes that I'd eaten during the day. I left my car parked in front of PB's house and leaving PS' house, and knowing my friends flight was scheduled to leave in an hour, I had to run. My breathing sounded like two bears wrestling. To my surprise, my knee held up. I think I'll program my promises in my phone. To my friend, I'm glad you were able to make it home.