Tea and Conversation

I sat/lay on a friend's living room floor most of last evening, drinking tea and sharing life. The boys had bailed on us for the evening (I mean, who sleeps before a road trip? You sleep when it's over, not before. LAME!) so it was just the two of us.

We had similar Christmases. Not particularly easy in any account. So we laid on the floor, drank tea, and shared. We dreamed about the next year, about travelling, about work, about where we see church and our group of friends going. We shared pain, and triumphs, and the little things that God is doing - or the BIG things (the ones that really hurt) that He is also doing.

And it was good. A much needed break from the intense family togetherness of the holidays. An escape from my house for the evening, and a chance to share hearts. Not to mention she makes some pretty good tea! (I think she's the only one I drink tea with - other than the occasional cup with my mom at home.)