ET note: I wrote this one yesterday morning, on my cell phone, in the mountains of Highlands, NC. I hit ‘post’ and my phone let me know, “your connection was lost…” So here it is again, Monday on Tuesday, which is about the way the timing of this week is going. Submitted from a Panera in Montgomery, Alabama. Almost home. Living in the tension of the already, not yet. Sweet memories and eager anticipation of being home.
Highlands, that is.
Sipping cafe au lait and munching crispy whole wheat toast with jam, both prepared and served to me by my father- in- law. Remembering the glory of the Westside women seeking God in their stories and listening to the Spirit’s call to live their stories in the one minute or one hour they may have with a “stranger.” We will climb to the heights in a while, and I will gaze from above at the beauty spread before me. This afternoon I will go down from the mountain and again immerse myself in dailiness. And I am grateful. Grateful for the joy of deep engagement with precious daughters of the King, grateful for sweet, if too short, times with family, and grateful to go home, for the welcome and reunion. And that’s about all I can type on my Droid:). May your day find some rich coffee and thick tasty bread.
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