Conversations

Had a lot of them lately.  Not much else to do while I'm housebound healing my broken back.  Oh, yeah, forgot about that. Update on the back.  I guess I should have titled this, "Back Again."  The problem isn't discs.  It's a break. MRI confirmed a fractured vertebrae.  A broken back.  Quite different than a bulging disc.  But... oh well, time heals all wounds... and it's all that will heal a broken vertebrae.

So back to conversations,  I enjoy long ones with my Hen-pecked friend when she comes to bring me food and news.  Hours and hours of conversations.  I like that we think alike. I like that, in some things, we think differently.  She's a writer, so she has a vocabulary. I'm a talker, so I have a vocabulary.  We don't bore ourselves or each other when we converse.

Short and sweet conversations with other friends. Ones who stop in because they have taken pity on the Cap'n and his limited menus for the past five weeks.  They bring chili, and pasta dishes, smoothie mixes and French bread.  I love that Nancy can walk right in, head to the fridge, load it up all on her own and then sit down to visit. Conversing with Nancy means sunshine and good will. Light and bright -- and the smile in the room stays for awhile even after she leaves.  I love that Rebecca ends up bringing over chili that her husband made.  We get a bit of Devenport dinner in our own kitchen.  Conversing with Rebecca is catching up and being content, remembering all the great conversations had on a monthly basis for a very long time... and not so very long ago.

And then, the icing on the cake... conversations with my daughter this morning.  To listen as she speaks, to have her share not only her thoughts but her thought process.  To be thrilled with who she is and how she thinks.  To converse about her life, and about life in general... the meat and bones of it, the direction of it, the motivation behind the direction, her commitment to the meaning she has given it. Being in that conversation today with my daughter made me feel grateful, humbled, and blessed. What a thought! That this girl has turned out in such the way she has, well, it makes me want to have another conversation.  With God.

To thank Him for this one girl sent in the midst of so many boys.  This one girl.  To tell Him what He already knows... about her, about me, about what she means to me.  To thank him for the conversations, past and future, that connect us to each other and to Him.