Here’s my chatter about my weekend, which was full of chatter, good chatter, but chatter. You know, the giving and receiving chatter-- I gave some, I received some. Although I have no intention or desire to rid my life of all chatter, I sometimes feel I get too much of it, even as I’m aware that it is the currency of a well working society, and particularly of friends and family.
Yesterday at the farewell reception for our youth group directors at church, the kids were doing their own version of chatter—running around, while waiting for the cake to be cut. Once they had a little more sugar in their bodies, they were fine. I knew that soon I would be heading up here, but what about the parents? A cottage by the sea won’t be on their agenda for many years. Nonetheless, I hope they can find a little time to craft some silence, solitude and simplicity that allows them to take a few deep breaths, and to let them out. That’s the purposes of this blog, to inspire, encourage and affirm.
Yesterday at the farewell reception for our youth group directors at church, the kids were doing their own version of chatter—running around, while waiting for the cake to be cut. Once they had a little more sugar in their bodies, they were fine. I knew that soon I would be heading up here, but what about the parents? A cottage by the sea won’t be on their agenda for many years. Nonetheless, I hope they can find a little time to craft some silence, solitude and simplicity that allows them to take a few deep breaths, and to let them out. That’s the purposes of this blog, to inspire, encourage and affirm.