I was able to snag a table in the crowded Starbucks before our meeting, which was a good sign. I sipped my drink, wrote a few notes, and waited for them to arrive. After they joined me, we spoke of possibilities, dreams, hopes. Our words and souls mingled with mystery inside the larger story that held us. We sat in the space created for this exact moment, but only God knows what’s being written. So we wonder, we watch, we wait.
What are you waiting for right now?
Also, take a few minutes to record an ordinary moment from today because our ordinary moments matter. I’d love for you to share your ordinary moment in the comments below. Or you can submit a few sentences about one of your ordinary moments and I’ll write a Days of Being entry to post online. If you’d like to participate, email me at email@example.com.
Days of Being is a micro-memoir and micro-story project exploring memories and moments from ordinary days. Multiple years are represented within the project celebrating what Madeleine L’Engle once said: “I am still every age that I have been.” Today’s micro-memoir is from one of my October 17s.