Letters, Quotes, Memory,
& Recipes.
My life feels rich in friendship at present. This season that is hard in other ways has not blinded me to the fact that I am not alone. I got a text from a friend out of the blue last Thursday night while in Target on a date with TJ. An encouraging word was spoken about my writing, and I felt buoyed. Another friend texted soon after to say similar words and I gratefully took comfort when comfort was given.
I have been thinking often lately on the smallness of my life, and on the unassuming ways I can touch heaven in spite of my smallness. My life is nothing and everything.
The girls have been asking me lately if they can hold hands with me when it's time to go to heaven. It seems they don't want me to be in heaven without them, but I tell them I will go first and I will wait for them. I tell them they will find me. With moments like this, it's a wonder we are not all walking fonts of tears over the beauty of our bane existence. How can life feel so hard and so heavy, and yet so desired and so dance-worthy at the same time? It is mystery and it is mundane, and it is mine.
I had the privilege of hanging out with two different Taylors this morning. How 'bout that?
The first was a new friend I met at church recently, and whom I met for breakfast at Tandem this morning. After we ate, we took her baby and Sailor in the strollers for walk on the trail. It was delightful and easy conversation, and perfect fall weather. I'm grateful to have the kind of margin in my life at the moment that lets me out the door on a Tuesday morning, to follow where a new friendship might lead.
