Listening
One would think that on a weekend trip away from the kids, I'd be capable of being an EXCELLENT listener, one would think. That one would be wrong! Let me paint you a picture with my words: We're sitting at a quaint table in the middle of our inn's dining room, eating a beautiful homemade breakfast. I'm sipping on HOT coffee, as my husband reads aloud a chapter from, "In The Grip of Grace" by Max Lucado. The words he's reading I so badly want to hear, I need to hear. The beauty of GRACE is exactly what my broken, worn out, doubtful mom heart needs to hear. But, we're not the only ones in the dining room. A few tables away the co-owner of the inn is giving advice to a middle age couple on their wayward children. The woman's voice is so pretty! My later discovery that she was from Argentina fit perfectly with how romantic her voice sounded. Then there's an old couple whispering about how they've been coming to this area ever since they were...