Living this goodness

Dear Friends in Christ -

What I really wanted to do was write a poem that captured the simple beauty of this evening. But it's getting late and I need to go to bed. So I'm just taking a minute to remember, and give thanks for ribbons of conversation threading together pearls of laughter. The scrape of metal chairs on wooden floor. The clink of forks and knives on china. The scent of warm winter foods - tomatoey pasta and roast beef and hot coffee - wafting down the hall from the kitchen.

After a busy day with my kids, I wasn't sure I wanted to get gussied up and go to a "church thing." Especially after a couple of folks I had hoped would come called at the last minute to let me know they couldn't make it.

But as I pulled into the parking lot, the lights glinted invitingly through the windows. And the evening rolled out in simple grace and style. Talents graciously shared. Everything lovingly prepared.

Harvest dinner. A time to give thanks. And I am so grateful to be part of this community where I catch glimpses of God in the goodness of being together and in creatively pulling together to give and serve. Living this goodness is its own poetry.

Blessings - and thanks,
Janet+