Behind the Garden Walls
Feb. 10, 2008
Fellowship Dinner
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For the first time, I am not floundering, wondering if I should have brought plates, or where we should sit. I know that fellowship dinner is the second Sunday, every other month. I know, and I have brought food, and I help make lemonade. Scripture is read. You cannot serve two masters. Love and hate, cling and despise. Prayer. We get our food. Jonathan is sleeping, and one of the young girls is eager to feed Charity at her high chair. I look at the faces around me, and they are familiar. The snow is whirling and blowing outside the windows all around, the trees are snowy and the air is snowy and I know it is cold, very cold out there. But here it is warm and we talk comfortably of getting out of driveways and exploring new roads and of crunchy snowdrifts on the trip back home. Of sicknesses and body aches and health and God's gifts that go unnoticed until they are gone. Of how children get home from fellowship dinners and complain of hunger. |
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