Heather's Home

~We ate at our favorite Tex-Mex spot.
Sometimes it is as though she never left. There is no need for reorienting, reintroducing. It's as though the women we are becoming, these ever changing blocks of clay on the Potter's wheel, know one another, invariably.

~We went to church this morning.
I listened to her sing.

~We drove, from downtown Dallas, all the way home, with the windows down and Jeff Johnson on the radio.
We both enjoy Metro, in Dallas. It was so great to spend an hour in worship and take communion with Heather -- to witness five new believers follow in baptism, to hear her pray in our group. As she drove us home, and the night air filled her Jeep, I thought to myself "it doesn't get better than this."

~We will do some many other, little things.
It is my prayer that this time is a time of significance, in so many ways. It's as though David has come home to have dinner with Jonathan.

~We will say goodbye, for a little while, and hope to do this all over again.
There will be tears.