I have just come home from a lovely dinner party, consisting of three colleagues in ministry, and I am so deeply and joyfully refreshed.
It's hot here. As I did my errands this afternoon I wondered how I would feel by evening... would I be too tired to even enjoy this?
I am so glad I went.
About a month ago, a dear friend in ministry contacted me and one other friend (whom I do not yet know as well), asking whether we would like to set a regular time to get together. Maybe we would study, maybe we would read a book together, or watch a video series we are all interested in. As plans materialized we realized we wanted to have dinner together too.
Tonight found us in Dear Friend's beautiful home, eating a salad almost completely from her garden, a crustless broccoli quiche, and (for the others) a fragrant loaf of cheese bread. (There was also wine, which I am presently unable to enjoy). We had no program other than enjoying one another's company. It was exquisite. Beautiful friends, similar outlooks on our work, very different life stages for each of us. But what a true (if brief) sabbath it was. I can't wait to do it again.