Listening

It was an unexpected interweaving of lives. It wasn't chosen (at first) it unfolded because of the circumstances of a particular season of our lives. We shared commonalities. Our daughters ages put them in the same class. We are close in age. We stood in the same life stage. We were beginning again. Before I knew it wasn't just about the commonalities that drew us together. Conversations weren't merely about the jobs that we held, they held personal stories, questions of the world, and dissatisfaction about theological and political teachings. Time together was held in beautiful embraces that sustained us in moments of challenging situations. Birthday cakes were made to help pull off surprises. Cards were sent at times of sorrow and celebration. Hugs were given when only a moment could be spared. A deep understanding of my particular weekend schedule was held in honor as plans were made and meals were shared. Laughter has...