we were having lunch in a darling little diner in my favorite mountain town with an old friend and you were sitting in the booth next to the window. you smiled as we sat down.
the place was crowded and i got distracted by telling an awkward story and then completed the story by spilling my glass of water on my lap.(smooth, marcia. smooth.)
but i got my burger, trish got her omlette, miss patty got her reuben, and momma got her soup and salad. we said a prayer and then swapped french fries, a half of biscuit, onion slices as we chatted.
i didn't even think twice about it.
we were just finishing the last bits of our lunch when your party was leaving, on your way out, you lingered at our booth and said--
"i want to thank you, ladies, for your Christian witness. that was beautiful!"
your voice was slow and your hands were shaky, but your words went right to my heart.
thank you for that,
the girl with the icecube in her shoe. (that darn glass of water.)
(letters to humans, the documentation of human experience and encounters told by moi.)
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"Melt your heart by remembering grace." -- Tim Keller
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