Voices danced through my studio today. "Swing your partner round and round," the tea kettle cried. And the voices did, skipping and twirling through flickering candlelight.
Silver spoons clanked against china teacups to the rhythm of regular laughter, and hands exchanged lemon curd, clotted cream, and jam—boysenberry, blackberry and raspberry—to top English scones.
And the dancing continued,
As three girls marveled at the way God's sovereignty touches everything, shared the way God is redeeming loss and pain, and remembered that unfulfilled desires nudge us back toward the only One who can satisfy.
The candles burned brighter as the sun began to set, and the clock showed it was time to go.
Plates were whisked to the sink, and plans were made for next time.
Voices dancing have been replaced by dish water splashing.
The silence is full,
But my soul is fuller.
And I am thankful I am made in the image of a God who delights in good friends.
© by scj