Last night we sat down in an almost empty restaurant with a very friendly waitress, enjoying some tasty cupcakes and warm coffee. We talked. We talked for hours. First me as she wanted to know about my depression and those two precious nephews of hers. Second of her life. Both of us currently living on the same soil, only a days drive away. Now very different lives, callings, fulfillment's.
It's beautiful. A Joy. A pure gift really.
That I may proclaim with the voice of thanksgiving and declare all Your wonders.
844. Coffee & cupcakes.
845. Conversation that pauses for months without a beat skipped.