Square Tables and Threads

Perhaps prayer is also in those conversations with good friends, where our lips utter the Goodness of God, forgetting that He's overhearing every word. Could this be? 

Sitting around the pine square table last night, we ate our roasted salmon with kale salad and farmer's market challah. It's been over two years since I've seen this girl, the last time being for three hours in Memphis as I drove through the city. It's funny, she's been one of my best friends since 2007 and we can count on our hands the number of times we have been together in person.  Taiwan as 15 year olds, Wisconsin as 16 year olds, Charlotte as 18 year olds, Portugal as 19-20 year olds, Memphis as 20 year olds, and now Georgia as 22 and 23 year olds. And now I'm in grad school and she's in med school, only two hours apart. Yet somehow our six encounters seem surreal. This girl is like my other sister and when we get together it's as if no time has passed at all.

As the Athens sun went down and the mumble of the UGA v. Clemson game faded in the background, we caught up on all things school, swimming, love, and family. Undertoning the laughs, the stories, and the thoughts was the Thread of Faith that binds us together.  This weekend showed me that friends and family may be absent, but the Thread that binds us together whispers prayers as our lives are shared.