During dinner last night I offhandedly mentioned to Adam that I don't do many coffee dates these days. At one point in my life, they were regular occurrences, but lately, not so much. He pointed out that I have my Starbucks people but I said that didn't really count, since our meet-ups are (almost) never planned (except Terry); we either go or we don't.
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But then this morning, as I stood at the register waiting for my coffee to brew, one of the monosyllabic older guys (as I call the crew of four that holds court at the same table at the Mother Ship each day) came up behind me and noted that I hadn't been around much last week. Yes, it'd been a busy one, I replied.
And then as I headed back to my chair a moment later, I realized what had happened: I'd been acknowledged. And I needed that acknowledgement that people actually do notice mt comings and goings. And God made it happen.
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