In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



February. Can you believe it friends?


My heart is full right now. What started out as a normal day--work etc.--turned into blessed hours of fellowship. Ben stopped by work as I was getting off and we started off the afternoon with a good chat about this and that. Went home, did yoga and took a nap, and then get a text from a friend asking if I was available for a drop-in visit: puzzle-making and coffee.
Some things are an automatic yes.
And then people started poking their heads into the room, knocking on the door; joining conversation and sharing stories and hearts. It was beautiful and full of connection and community of spirit. Working on a difficult puzzle gives hands and eyes a pleasant occupation, conducive to the fast-slow, quiet-loud of conversation.
There was singing of course.
There's always music when we come together. Once in a while someone would drift into the other room and play piano... background serenade. We'd sing about the love of God, and how we find it hard to let him love us, and talk about the work and words of the holy spirit.
And we talked about other things too. Work and days and coffee and tea, and silly stuff. And we laughed hard as always. We made and ate food, and just sat on the uncomfortable floor staring at puzzle pieces in lovely van-gogh-esque color schemes, and enjoying each other's company.
I'm looking forward with a growing heart to Big Sandy next week.
Next week! I can hardly believe it.
Lord, meet us there and speak. May Your bigness and Your love and the work of the Spirit just blow our minds, and bow us down, and lift us again to praise and joy.

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