Friday, May 04, 2007

tumbleweed

Imagine: it's your fourth day in a row of being at the church (which encompasses your school, work, ministry, and social life) from 7am until at least 5pm, but closer to 9pm most days. You glance at your clock. Glory. It's 5:02pm and you are late for a coffee date with someone you mentor. You grab your phone to call and let her know you are on your way and leave most of your stuff in your office because you will be back in under 2 hours for the young adult service. As you rush through the practically empty church and head towards your car--which is the only one left in that portion of the parking lot--you notice the brooding clouds over head through your hair that is blowing uncontrollably across your eyes (I recognize this will be harder for the guys to imagine...). Then...laughter (the kind that brings tears) as you notice you aren't alone after all. A friend is waiting patiently next to your passenger door to greet you.


Again, Central Oregon surprises me with unexpected fun--a large tumbleweed wedged between Elliot and the curb. Seriously, there is much whimsical in this life that we all-too-often overlook. Thank you, O Tumbleweed, for lightening up my week.
Sidenote:
I sometimes wonder if there is anything better than watching wind toy with trees while drinking a mocha silently--a motionless statue in the midst of people bustling with the excitement of Friday night.

3 comments:

Katie Scott said...

Write a freaking book, already! I will buy it! :)

joann renee said...

I can't decide if you are mocking the length of the post or if you really want me to write a book...intriguing...

Katie Scott said...

I am saying you are a brilliant writer!