When friends come to visit
When friends come to visit, it’s all just absolutely right.
The last minute photo in the dark because when else, the bag of wet and muddy clothes because our kids kid so good together, the smiles that reached down to our toes with maybe at least one of us hiding a tiny tiny tear at the corner of an eye because we’re about to send them off.
They made their way to us as last stop on vacation. We picked up right where we left off, secure on the solid and shared ground of friendship forged in the fires of honesty and hope (and pastoral residency life together).
Gracious, what blessing the Dodrills brought to our house.