Hands
I could see them at the table just ahead. A cozy spot fit for four - the men on one side, the one facing them on the other. Two elderly couples seated in a seafood restaurant that has been elaborately and astutely designed with everything nautical/marine/piratey.
There were anchors, a fake fireplace, crabs, fishes, pirates, floats etc. The products of a creative imagination. It was little wonder the place was packed. We all love seeing fantasy be realised by those with the time, vision and money to do so.
But back to the main story.
The miraculous even came after dinner and a spot of phototaking. Thanks to Deborah who remarked upon observing the four good friends, "I would love to do that when I grow old." I looked ahead and was warmed by the sight.
They sat, huddled over the table, faces pressing close to the center, their hands linked to form a tight circle. They were deep in prayer. It was not a prayer to give thanks for the food - the tummies have already been filled. I could only guess what they were praying about.
A celebration of friendship and the beauty of sharing life together, not just over one meal but many meals and the communion within. I was touched by the power of the scene in front of me.
I told Xinyan: I want to share such a moment with you forty, fifty years down life's winding road. To commemorate all the times we have shared our walk with our Lord Jesus Christ.
There were anchors, a fake fireplace, crabs, fishes, pirates, floats etc. The products of a creative imagination. It was little wonder the place was packed. We all love seeing fantasy be realised by those with the time, vision and money to do so.
But back to the main story.
The miraculous even came after dinner and a spot of phototaking. Thanks to Deborah who remarked upon observing the four good friends, "I would love to do that when I grow old." I looked ahead and was warmed by the sight.
They sat, huddled over the table, faces pressing close to the center, their hands linked to form a tight circle. They were deep in prayer. It was not a prayer to give thanks for the food - the tummies have already been filled. I could only guess what they were praying about.
A celebration of friendship and the beauty of sharing life together, not just over one meal but many meals and the communion within. I was touched by the power of the scene in front of me.
I told Xinyan: I want to share such a moment with you forty, fifty years down life's winding road. To commemorate all the times we have shared our walk with our Lord Jesus Christ.
Amen to that my dear! I am however a lil sad i have excluded out to this very exclusive duo... nah i kid hehe! love you both and wish you were here xxxx