How To Feed Your Soul
You can be so busy you forget to feed your soul.
I called her late in the afternoon, without much warning, and even less to offer. There’d be no quiet space out amid the hum of a restaurant or coffee shop. Just the shooshing of my dishwasher and the sight of my kitchen sink piled with the days dishes.
The kids might or might not get to bed on time, and so there’d be a few necessary trecks up and down the stairs mid-sentence, for another tucking in, a reminder that it is in fact, bed time.
I built a fire.
I baked a desert.
I came to the table tired and a bit messy at the corners–my home in less than stellar condition for presentation.
But when you’re among friends, these things don’t matter as much as you think they do.
I cleaned dishes while we chatted. We hopped from topic to topic, distracted by our own tangents, To anyone else, our conversation might have seemed a bit schizophrenic.
But not to me. I feasted on all of it.
It was just us. Two women, connecting at the end of a day, on the eve of a new week, after too much time apart.
The walnut torte came out better than expected–baking a first-time recipe at the literal moment of her arrival could have been seen as foolishness.
Failing didn’t concern me because friends are the ones you can fail in front of. They are the ones who laugh with you when the torts collapses, or the toilet clogs. These are the safe people–the ones who’ve earned an inside seat to the table of our hearts–and our messy kitchens.
We painted our nails and ate seconds of desert. We shared concerns and joys, struggles of the moment made lighter through the communion of two friends, held fast by Jesus.
We watched the fire shrink, but our cups never ran dry.
Sitting with her I was reminded of the need for community–the flesh and blood kind, the sit-on-my- couch-next-to-my-laundry-piles, kind.
Sometimes, we don’t know how hungry we are until we come the the table.
“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
PS: That delicious looking torte I made? It’s gluten free. Oh yes, and SO yummy. Click here for the recipe.