When Friends+People Meet On A Sabbath

Tagging along on church visits can turn out to be an experience where it rewards one mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I for sure know that I felt that today. Also, may I be forgiven for being where I am right now. I am not all devilish. And I insist...no sarcasm intended here.

Got the chance to meet a friend whom I haven't seen for about almost two years now. And of all the places, I bumped into her at the ladies' restroom after church service was over. Sometimes, you just meet people unexpectedly at unlikely places or under unlikely circumstances. Speaking of '...unlikely circumstances', I'm reminded of something. Or do you want me to be more honest and say... someone? 

Anyway...

We exchanged contact numbers. Hmm...I wonder what impression did her mother got of me. I was being my usual silly self in front of her like I would back in my slightly younger days. Good one...I mean the brief reunion. That wasn't the end because not long after I crossed paths with the mother (and later the father) of my two good friends. It's all good...to be able to talk to people you know... and sometimes or two, to the ones you just met for the very first time. Haha...am I heading somewhere with all this talk? 

Continuing on...

I know I made the right decision. I saw them - the students - sing and perform their last for the school promotion for this year. I felt a familiar feeling which somehow feels all novel to me without fail every time I feel it again. It's the feeling of 'missing'. That's what you feel when you feel attached to something or someone (you can combine the two if you wish). 

This heart spoke in silence. I chose to hear its voice. Deep inside, I'm glad I did. 

I listened.