It felt like a gift of a moment, to just sit and realize how good all this was. That despite the disasters in the South, and a year where I'd endured more physical pain than I'd ever known, everything in life seemed to add up to quiet pauses like this, where life seemed so simple and unremarkable, and so much more than anyone could have wished for. Quiet, insightful talk and easy laughter in Mickey's office today, sharing a common professional delight; the eager insight of Sara in tonight's tutorial, walking through Augustine's Confessions and sharing the joy of an excited student who is working all of this out for the first time; sitting at Webb's with Meg through her frustration, as she moves through her own theological work, but is seized up in her ability to think the faith, but not to feel it. All of these hours with others seemed to add up to this feeling, sitting in the window with the rain and the lightning, that everything seems to come together in some way: like a pattern I can enjoy, but not describe.
Today is the birthday of college roommate Pastor David Nutting of Somewherearounddallas, Texas.