Monday, May 16, 2011

Remembering A Rainy Weekend

Our friends are gone.

And you know? I love my normal. I do. And yet--and yet--I do love to play, too. And having dear friends share our home and the country drives with four, not just two. Fellowshipping with others who long to do only what God asks and aren't afraid to talk about His lessons and dearness.

Two-day vacations, eating out, seeing old things through others' eyes, sleeping upon our front porch beneath warm blankets and awaking with eyes uplifted to black skies outside of a big window, thinking, "Galen and Donna are here in our home!". Sharing our deep-green countryside, our food, the birds outside our dining room, walking beside dear old friends, laughing, smiling, thinking, doing touristy things.

And though it rained, drizzled cold and water drops the entire time and our days were spent beneath umbrellas and dark clouds--still--the hours filled themselves with fellowship warm, the conversation beginning where it left off seven years ago in faraway Nevada and ones in emails. Speaking of memories and making more to speak of in years ahead, knowing not when, but someday.

Our friends are gone and I am sleepy, adrenaline-spent, teary-eyed, but happy. So very happy and thankful, indeed.

Thank-you, Lord, for gifts so sweet, so undeserved.

Good gracious.... Kids, can you point and say "Hobbits"? :)



Odie Langley said...

Amazing how love cannot be dampened by rain or cloudy days. Thank God for the memories.

Myrna said...

Glad you had a wonderful time with good friends!
You and Tom look adorable!!