around the table.
The table was set. White plates, mason jars, flowers, and perfectly aligned silverware. Ready and waiting for food. Each guest arrived with a dish that complimented the table. Eager for conversation they placed the dishes along the wooden table and picked a spot for themselves as well.
Around a table everyone is equal. No one is in a hurry to leave. Time seems to stop and friends indulge in conversation and a meal. Laughter and the tinkling of fork to plate drift into the night air. For an hour all of the day’s problems seem miles away. The biggest concern is having someone pass the potatoes from the other end of the table.
No one wants to get up. Full, content, and not quite ready to return to the reality of dirty dishes and goodbyes. Someone will inevitably make the first move though; everyone will follow.
This small gathering is the highlight of the day, maybe the week. Until we meet again, around the table.
Oh no, and that’s how summer passed
Oh your, great divide
And range of green green grass
Oh, maybe I hold on fast, to you
Hello love, my invincible friend
Hello love, the thistle and the burr
Hello love, for you I have so many words
But I, I forget where we were
there is something about a cool body of water that brings rest to a weary soul.
as she prepared to leap off the wooden dock a grin spread across her face. it quickly turned into laughter. not-a-care-in-the-world kind of laughs. I can’t remember if I’m 12 or 25 kind of laughs. life is full of unexpected joy kind of laughs. then… she jumped.
the water met her with a chill. fully submerged. she suddenly had clarity. life is only as adventurous as you allow it to be. her head emerged. water running down her face. eyes beaming. it was almost as if she hadn’t stopped laughing, even underwater.
she floated. arms outstretched. eyes lifted. she had found rest. the water welcomed her tired heart and rejuvenated her entire being. in that moment she was fully alive.
Such grace is costly because it calls us to follow, and it is grace because it calls us to follow Jesus Christ. It is costly because it costs a man his life, and it is grace because it gives a man the only true life. Its is costly because it condemns sin, and grace because it justifies the sinner.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
Take a listen to these fellas. Happy Friday.
Soaked. Hair dripping. Rain. Rain. Rain. It wasn’t the way she imagined spending the first day of October. Crisp Autumn air, apples, pumpkin spice lattes, and colorful leaves would have been much more appropriate. Somehow she was still thankful.
Puddles so big they threatened to jump straight into her shoes as she made her way down the sidewalk. Oh how she wished for a pair of bright red boots for her trek to the boy’s house.
Why had she decided to walk the four blocks today? Her heart longed for adventure and this was the best way to find it on the days she worked at the office. He would scold her at first for not letting him pick her up, but within seconds he’d remember this is one of the reasons he loves her most. Her soul isn’t satisfied with routines and he couldn’t wait to hear what dreams she had today.