Food, Music, and Chatter!

Yesterday, I sat across the table from a very good friend of mine. I listened to the chatter our forks were making with our plates. I found myself amused when that chatter was overwhelmed by sounds of teeth sinking into pancakes. It sounded like we were picking wet sponges up off the floor. The breakfast was a delight, but was made the better when I took the time to listen to what my friend was saying. She said, "I have a really good feeling about this Will. You really should do that." I often marvel at the wisdom that faith exudes; the wisdom to believe what your heart tells you and the faith to know that it is more than a simple hunch.

The day continued, and we found ourselves at my Pastor's home playing music, laughing, telling stories and eating...again. My friend departed and I sat on the couch watching football and listening to the whirl of the vacuum cleaner as it searched out every mite of dust and loose pebble like a squirrel rummaging for nuts. My pastor sat in his favorite chair surrounded by his most precious gifts; their pictures adorned the walls above his head. His heart, his cherished muse, the punctuation to his success sat in front of him. They laughed, and they both giggled. They soon finished each other's sentences.

We were off, we had a movie and dinner to catch at a friend's home. We piled into the mini-truck, or lunch box with wheels as I like to call it and headed out. First, we had to pick up my friend. We opened the car door and she jumped in. Soon, the conversation turned to the gifts that my friend had received on past anniversaries. My friend belted out, "OMG, where can I find a man like that? A man that would do the same for me!" At the same time I thought, "Where could I find a woman that I'd want to do all of those things for?" A silence engrossed us all. I bowed my head and smiled.