February 9, 2012
Sometimes life is dry like the desert. I think it's all the paperwork.
Like when Brad asked me about the song I had on repeat.
"Why do you like it so much?" said The Beard.
"It feels like God is talking to me".
This question, my friends, melted me into a puddle of conversational happiness. It was like a splash of cool water. As was the chat that followed.
Or when my dad stopped by work to surprise me with yellow Crocs.
"Dad, these are what four year old's wear."
Friends wanting to make you dinner. Golden raisins in your kale salad. People enjoying your writing. Dreams of meeting distant friends at a donut shop. The hope of things to come.
These moments can refresh even the driest of days.
It is there for those who look. I once read that water came from a rock. Imagine that.
What's your water?
Posted by carrie