I had a little toddler over for lunch.
He came with his mother and his baby brother.
His mother is a college friend of my daughter, who is the mother of our granddaughter.
It was such a delight to have these young moms and their children at my table.

The little boy is almost two and a half years old.
I knew the kind of toys to get out for him.
I couldn’t wait to see how my granddaughter and the little boy might play together.
At this age, they engage in parallel play, which is simply playing alongside.

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I met a friend for lunch.
We were so glad to have this time together.
It would not be a long lunch, since she was on her lunch hour.
We hugged our hello.

You smell good, I said to her.
What perfume are you wearing?
Oh, Gina, you know how I love perfume, she said.
I do know that; she wears so many different perfumes.

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My husband and son were talking.
I was standing off to the side.
My youngest granddaughter was in her walker, watching and listening.
I was standing behind her.

When I joined in the conversation, my granddaughter heard my voice.
She immediately turned almost completely around in order to see me.
Her determination to see my face touched my heart.
I got down on the floor right next to her so she could see me clearly.

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There was something that delighted me when I was a girl.
To some, it was a nuisance.
To some it was a weed.
To me, it was magical.

The yellow flower just begged to be picked.
Since so many could be found, a small bouquet was formed in my hand.
I thought they were so pretty.
I quickly learned that this yellow flower was not something people wanted on their lawns.

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A few months ago I had breakfast with a dear friend from high school.
We talked about anything and everything that morning.
We caught up on our lives.
It was such a refreshing morning.

During our conversation, we somehow began talking about technology.
She told me a story.
My friend works at a hospital.
She was remembering something that happened at lunch one day.

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Some people are camera shy.
Some people are shy when they have to get up and talk in front of others.
Some people are shy when they sing in front of an audience.
Some people are God shy.

Someone is going through something difficult.
That person makes their trial known.
Others respond to their situation.
Sending positive thoughts, they say.

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We talk many Thursdays at the grocery store.
There is no department that he works in consistently.
He pushes things, pulls things, cleans things, and sorts things.
I can tell that he enjoys people.

I do not remember how we started to talk about books.
It was a few years ago.
He likes science fiction.
He also loves the Bible.

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When my husband and I were first married, we lived in an apartment.
The apartment was located in my favorite place of Amish buggies.
We had a newspaper delivered every day.
There was a column in the Sunday paper that caught my eye.

Various people wrote something each week for this column.
The content varied.
I had no idea if the writers were on staff at the paper.
I would often read the column on a Sunday afternoon.

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It always seems to happen in the grocery store.
It is never planned, at least not by me.
Conversations are shared as each of my items are scanned.
It was a terribly rainy day; the store was not as busy as usual.

A young woman was scanning my items.
Another young woman came over to bag my groceries.
I brought my own bags, I said as she was beginning to use plastic ones.
She smiled; I noticed her bright pink headband.

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It was Bible study day.
The morning is a busy one, as I get ready for all the women to come to my home.
I bake in the morning.
I make coffee and put the hot water on for tea.

You love it, my husband always says.
I do.
It is a privilege to teach God’s Word.
I love seeing my house full, my kitchen warm, and the women’s hearts eager to learn.

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