Saturday in the City

The Breakfast Club resumes. Full of gravy and a smiley mocha... I will post pictures as soon as I mooch them from Ms. Prudence.

"While we're single, let's get really good at everything."
(I included karate on this list of everything... Ms. P said that probably didn't fit the Proverbs 31 profile.)

"I have really been thinking lately how most things that we think are really hard, are actually freeing. We think it is hard to trust the Lord, but really, we are free because we trust the Lord."

Any one thing can be said a hundred different ways, and some things are worth saying a hundred times over. Our conversations have a lot of those things... that means they are conversations as reliably wonderful as glasses of ice water in July.



We drove around some corners of the city that we don't really know. It made me wish that one could befriend a place by simply driving through it... but I've lived in this city for nine months, and it has been just long enough to convince me that I know nothing about it. Here comes the rain, a sudden storm, and houses that looked vacant are suddenly spilling out life: small ones, running in the rain, grown-ups on the porch, watching the storm roll in. Shrieks and yells, standing and seeing... my dreams are scattered and contradicting, it's true, but this I know: I'd like to have my life planted somewhere like this. For whatever reason, I would be a grain of wheat that falls into this ground and dies, if I could... I would know the story of this place and its people.

Other wonderful things: chalk artists on the sidewalk, a human sized-clifford dog, mounds of fresh vegetables, red-velvet cupcake, children playing in a fountain, a sneaky elevator ride (which afforded a lovely view) and acting like ridiculous tourists in our own city.

I hope you all have a friend you've known your whole life.